summer softly hums
a lullaby as leaves fall
into autumn’s rest
snow will soon blanket all things
in coziness until spring
Tread softly on my feelings
and I'll tread softly too.
For we only have those dreams
that we know will not come true.
The ones of love we can't resist,
that touch our heart and soul.
The ones that linger and persist
to tempt our self-control.
Yet we know our love will never be,
not in this lifetime dear.
We know as well that we're not free,
the path for us is clear.
We must go our separate ways,
and the memories we will keep
are the what if dreams and might-have-beens
that realities put to sleep.
And though our silent thoughts may fantasize
of romantic bliss and more.
As love may come to mesmerize
those dreams we must ignore.
So, tread softly on my feelings
for soon we must let go
and the only memories we will keep
are the dreams we'll never know.
Your touch remains a ghost
upon my skin,
The sweetest war that we
could never win,
I bless the love before the
tears begin.
May we be blessed with every walk in nature…
to enjoy all the sights and sounds around her…
to tread as softly as we can
and leaving her…exactly as we found her..
Nothing is better beneath the heavens
There are no words to describe
How beautiful her little dress is
With tiny red roses
Just over the knees .... silk
And gently just as... my hand touches her skin
Fluttering, by a gentle breeze
Dear God! The way it fills my heart with love
Oh, my! How it fills my soul with happiness
Holding her around the waist ...
Brings me ... I think that my arm is
And I hope that my right hand...
That thought makes me blush
And brings me a million wishes
My heart whispering softly to Heavens
Making a promise in his ear saying: I love her ...
And I cannot wait for her to come to me
With a smile on her face and
To bring joy
In the heartbeats of my heart
And stay there forever
There is a grief that whispers, not a cry,
A subtle ache beneath a practiced eye.
It does not shatter, bleed, or loudly break,
But shifts the self in every small mistake.
We honor storms that split the sky in two,
Yet miss the quiet fractures passing through—
A pause too long, a smile held too tight,
A dimming edge we overlook in light.
For wounds may bloom in silence, slow and thin,
A hidden crack that deepens from within.
No witness stands, no sirens claim the night,
Just inward fading, out of mind and sight.
So tread with care in every passing face,
Each soul a ledger time cannot erase.
The deepest pain may never speak, nor show—
It softens first, and no one sees it grow.
She sits, blossoms gathered around her~
colors curl close like childhood comfort,
Petals brush her skin with borrowed brightness~
their faint fragrance carries echoes of earlier days.
Old hopes stir beneath her settled years~
small sweetness opens inside her.
Morning light spills softly,
quiet hum in my chest~
Then, the stillness unfolds:
a sparrow's wing, Your breath,
this Infinite embrace.
The night breeze is softly speaking
a language only hearts
(like ours with emotions peaking)
read before breeze departs.
Sun once more fills the skies ,
duty of day applies,
while our impatience cries.
Finally once again seeking,
the night breeze is softly speaking.
Softly, she lobbed the serve across my heart
it fell harmlessly on my arm
Intended not to tear me apart
only a harbinger of harm
Her game gained traction soon enough
darts and arrows whizzing ‘cross the net
Stung my forehead where I once was tough
her ringing accusations captured the first set
My counsel – my coach – gave me his advice
not to fight fire with fire, which never works
He’d seen it fail not once, but twice
wouldn’t let me look like a jerk…
Alas and alack, to no avail, as a forehand smash
won her the trophy, the kids, and all my cash
Death ! I’m not afraid of you, you are a balm
come softly with long dark muscular arms
carry me into deep crimson flute melodies
where I will float with pink wreaths, a remedy
Here tenderly I embrace your breezy ripples
through Tunnel of Light, past heavenly officials
trumpets announcing my awaited joyous arrival
name embellished across peaceful sky, as recital
Delicate sugarbird wings will sway at ankles
lifting me into lilting velvet deep spangles
purple-gold lotus on engraved jewelled crown
butterflies bringing etheric ambrosia profound
Wild winds hum hymns with Star unconcerned
You will embroider my spirals with fragile ferns
faraway rains always fill sparkling trout streams
Death, I’m not afraid of You, hug me, my Dream !
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?
~Lewis Carroll
The snow softly falls and I am alone
again and I cannot atone
for words I spoke in sullen haste
or for time’s sad begotten waste,
into cold winter I am thrown
into a fantasy, I find my home
and weave a tapestry where you are known
to love me in this imagined place,
while the endless snow softly falls
bitterly around me as I taste
the foolish dreams I longed to chase
into the brutal cold are blown
as they lay me underneath eternal stone~
at last my nameless fears are faced
as the snow continues to softly fall.
May we be blessed as Native Nation people urge
to walk with all living beings great and small.
remembering as we go
that one designer…kind and wise…
was the one who created and assembled us all.
Wake Me Softly
~~~~~~~~~~~
waking in a dream
again and again
discarding the shell of what was
for a figment of what is
distant vista eagerly awaited
the naked truth, dearly dreaded
show me not what is real
show me what could be
when you are a dreamer
you just never know
imaginary dreamscapes
fantastic lucidity of delusion
prestigious fortune of grit
when blood, sweat, and tears
and mere passion
not only fall short but
they will never be enough
blind faith in the gamble
my hand is strong
but one shy of flush
a bell pierced the haze
in my wake all that I see
is the awkward silence in between
a furrowed brow and dirty fingernails
the mind it boggles
that when the ground floor hits
I've fallen asleep
5 more minutes
then wake me softly
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