Journey of Souls

It can now be made official--
Bali is my home.
I have settled here in
swift movement
and it’s all good.

Dreams of tomorrow have yet to consume
this fulfilled mind of mine.

In today, I smile and create the life I’ve longed for.
Adjusting never felt so easy.

Breezes blow, carrying my soul down the path of unspoken desires--
waiting to become reality.

How many of you and you and you will I meet?
How many stories will I hear of great adventures in grand lands?

Not enough for this woman who wants to bathe…
in every single memory
of every single soul.

Tell it to me, all.

Let me create a sunflower field of ideas,
to bask in and wait patiently for my time.

It’s right around the corner but I’m just on a stroll…
I’ll get there eventually and bittersweet it’ll be.

You were here before

There is beauty in saying goodbye.
A mystery in when I'll see you again.

Refreshing to know that life will go on...
drifting in directions of which nobody really knows.

So many opportunities to meet new people.
So many opportunities to share life experiences.

But nothing quite compares to the day you came around.

In my past life, you were there.
Can't tell you what your role was but...
your presence is too familiar to deny.

Nice to meet you again my friend.
It's been way too long.

Unpolished

My aging hands hold the Charm of this world
tarnished, flawed, tainted to many...

*Unpolished to me.

Reach back to my faded pocket, pull out my little secret...
slightly torn, slightly worn, slightly perfect.
Parts of pink, parts of red, soft and gentle...
this part of my heart.

And here we have a simple solution to what may have seemed like such a
complex problem...
hands outreached, in one I hold the Charm of the world and of course in my other precious hand...I hold my heart.

The tarnished Charm of the world has now become
a glossy, elegant, flawless jewel
all because I gave it a little love.

Who would have thought?

Candy Bag

In just 6 days, I'll be on that plane.
Kissing the air of here a silent goodbye...
and basking in the tears that fall from my chocolate eyes.

An adventure of my dreams will soon be--
My Reality.

A mixed bag of emotions.
I dig through in desperate search of the candy-coated feelings.
Sweet, simple, full of color.
I gather a handful, press my face lightly into them.
Breathe in.
Sugar-glazed and positively-dazed.

This dream state can last forever, I don't mind.

Reaching in and grabbing with insistence...
the feelings that do me no good.
Throw away...
and bid farewell to darker days.

Arms outstretched, I embrace you: my future.

Drift, Sway, Break.

I drift into the afternoon with the wonder of the New Year swaying above my head.
With fear and excitement engulfing my body and mind, I take a deep breath.
Break down the fantasies--good, bad, indifferent--erase and wipe clean.

Pure. Untouched. Bare. Raw and Ready.

Pushing through the next few weeks, dreading the hard goodbyes but reminding myself that it's just a new beginning.

I'll be back whether in body or spirit. I'll be back soon.

Nostalgic in Transition

A treasure chest of golden days.
Yellow flakes break.
And rain down on,
this face of youth maturing.

In mystery, I see promise and the backdrop of my history.
In shades of orange and crystal blue--tomorrow has signed her name.
A territory claimed just for me, to start the story of who I'll be.

I smile a closed mouth grin as tears roll down my cheek.
Bittersweet.

To the goodbyes and chapters closed, tucked away you'll be.

To the next that comes along...
Take from me the knowledge of another world and time,
and share with me the energy of your soul, the light that thrives inside.

Let me walk away...graceful, humble, and all brand new.

November is You

Oh, November here you are again...
Covering the ground with fallen leaves and memories.

Orange and yellow scatter this place
reminding me
of the fire that burned in the heart of You and I.

Too splendid to cry
anything but a joyful tear
for it's nearly 2010...
a new world, a new year.

Imaginary letters float around my fluid mind
wishing I could share my smiles with you
wishing that you felt it too.

A fleeting breeze blows my way this tranquil fall--
Filling my thoughts: the Novembers when you were my All.
All I was, was you.

Wondering how the days drop off your calendar
as you drift into a new time.

*Mine are dropping rather gracefully.

Although, there are those days I'd like to press rewind...
Just to feel, one more time, the way November felt with you by my side.