If Only
If only I could reign in the sun and
lasso the moon
hold time in slower tempo
I could collect my thoughts
gather memories
spend moments savoring stories
without rush of clock hands
waving at me to hurry up
move on, catch up with time
as it races by without a feeling notion.
If only I could hold the sun and moon
in my hands
bottle stars in a mason jar
then I could rest in ample light
bask in moments intimate
wherein my heart could unfurl
in its own tempo
without the world’s dizzy spinning
unraveling me.
If only I could experience my mourning
in stillness of perpetual dawn
peaceful and pristine
pure awakening without a heart in hurry
feel my way in the calm of pastel watercolors
heal to my own tune
as a song without limits
a languorous waltz
moving in step with my own tempo
rather than time’s dictates of flash feeling.
If only…
If only I could hold time at bay
for just a little while
a season, where I could begin to bloom again.
It’s been raining
for too long a duration
and I need some time
set aside for grieving
where I can flower without breaking
before winter arrives in flurry.
If only…
Ocean Deep
I am ocean not tide pool
I struggle in shallow waters
I thrive in fathoms;
I am more myself in the depths
freer to feel the bell tower calling
and able to answer this call
with treasures discovered while
exploring ocean floor.
In salt water I am buoyant;
I trust I will not sink
whatever the echo’s reverb.
I will always rise;
my heart is my compass
it navigates toward the light.
I am stars and sunshine
I am moon and deepest midnight sky
I am weightless
I am grounded yet I soar.
In ocean, I am dream
in dream, I am loved.
I breathe upon the waters
currents crest and fall
swells soothe and rock
storms yield silence
as shore collects debris and broken shells
lets them settle into soft sand
until raging sea calms;
memories wait for love
to claim them as their own
and be no longer strewn about.
From fathoms deep
truth anchors and floats ruby gems to the surface
healed brokenness becomes beautiful
and I remain growing
anchored in the deep
with skyward gaze
trusting the tides
in the deep end of the ocean
rather than tide pool puddles.
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