Ralph, Where Are The Words?
Our time together has brought me so much....even with a knack for words I find myself at a loss to express all that you are to me. Before we met, I was so alone, even in a crowd
I felt separate and apart as the world went on revolving around me, never including me in it's whirlwind orbit of life and journey to living. There were times when the hopelessness overtook me, taking me to the brink as I looked over the edge of my world and saw nothing but darkness inviting me to step off into the peaceful nothingness. Then, one day, like a soft breeze of soothing comforting air, you came into my life, flinging open windows and doors, dusting out the hidden corners of my heart as you captured me with your caring. Ralph, where are the words to tell you all that I want to say? Have they not been written yet?
When I look into your clear blue eyes, so trusting and so loving in your oh so sweet glance, I see the true meaning of my life reflected back at me.
With you and you alone, I finally feel empowered to be the person I truly am, not an image of what others want to make me. There are no secrets, no walls, no inhibitions, only the freedom of true understanding.
You never judge me, never express anything but true acceptance for the person I really am. You don't place me upon a pedestal, instead, you share your life with me as a partner, a mate, walking along side you into the future. I feel humbled in awe at the creation and power of the love we share. We don't know what life has in store for us my beloved. We have no idea the time we will be allotted, what we do know and know so well is that had we been given an eternity to love each other, even time could not bring more to us than we share right now.
Missing You
Even though this is just a brief moment apart
I still miss you with all my heart
This morning when you left, I saw it in your eyes
You held me close with long sad sighs
I'll sleep on your side of the bed tonight
The pillow with your scent, I'll clutch so tight
Tomorrow can't come soon enough for me
When home in my arms, you'll once again be
For our night apart - 9/25/99
Precious Is The Experience
If only we could impart the wisdom of our years upon those who have yet to walk down our path.
Age and maturity creeps slowly upon us, ever so gradually it arrives.
What was once the seemingly never-ending quest for youthful acquisition evolves into another venture, one of seeking personal fulfillment.
From birth, throughout the journey of life, we are conditioned to expect life's rewards.
Oft times neglected, our hearts, our souls, our oneness, leaves us questioning the reason for our existence.
Are we not halves of a circle, each seeking the other part to make us whole?
Life teaches us a quietly spoken lesson, we must pause to listen carefully to it's whispered meaning.
Completion comes when it is shared with another, for some, a lover, a child, a spouse or the grandness of all humanity.
Life speeds by us in the blink of the universal eye, pause a moment, reflect, ponder, question.
Precious is the wealth of experience, savor it, taste it, dwell there, never let it rule your being, instead embrace it with the joyful exuberance of a child !
Vestiges
Trekking through the sage and scrub we happen upon walls of stone.
A hearth which once held the warmth of kinship now holds only ashes heated by the relentless sun.
Long gone are the hands that toiled and labored to form this humble dwelling.
Blood and sweat are no longer evident in the mortar that refuses to give up it's hold.
Only an empty shell sits in silent testimony to the lives it once sheltered.
Wind whistling through empty rooms is the only sound our conscious mind can hear.
We pause and listen with our hearts, only then can we perceive the faint sounds of laughter which once must have echoed here.
A broken doll cast aside on the sandy floor, her button eyes reflect a look of longing for a long-gone playmate.
Shards of glass bespeak a time when a goblet was raised in a toast to life.
Ragged remnants of lace flutter at the blankly staring windows, a contradictory statement to these harsh surroundings.
Rust now blankets an iron bed, once the place to rest a weary body,
Mutely we hear the sighs of a lover and the joyous tears of childbirth.
Now, as the desert reclaims what is hers, only vestiges of those who dwelled within these walls remains .... Soon all will return to the greedy arms of the land which once cradled them.
Mighty Gecko
As evening was approaching we spied you sitting upon your perch, blending perfectly, barely perceptible against the rough wood of the thorny Mesquite.
Basking in the final rays of sun needed to keep your reptilian blood warm until morning.
Master of your miniature kingdom, you keep a wary eye turned to the slightest movement.
Swishing your tail and stretching full length, you bring to mind ancient creatures who once roamed the land, thundering footsteps that once echoed terror into the hearts of their prey are now merely skitterings against the bark of your territory.
You turn, slowly, stealth born of evolution dictates your movements.
A fly lands within your reach, a winged feast has arrived.
With a final whip of your tail, in the blink of an eye
you spring from your seat and in less than the beat of a wing, the fly becomes your dinner.
Your tongue darts out in satisfaction, licking the last remnants from your mouth.
As we lay awake, listening, we hear you chirp your tender song to your elusive mate, the sound cheers us with it's optimism.
Mighty Gecko, master of your minuscule domain, we salute you.
Tracings
We lay beside each other and I gently I trace my love down your face,
smoothly running my fingers over your temples.
You smile and sigh, relaxation becomes your destination.
Feelings are conveyed from my heart throughout your body.
Bliss is heard in your steady breathing as deeper into rest you drift.
To feel your skin beneath my hands warms me,
so peaceful, so content, needing nothing but you to complete me.
My heart is rewarded with the calmness that overtakes you.
As I slide my hands over your chest, a small sound of pleasure escapes your lips as my hands seek to express what my emotions convey.
It becomes difficult to perceive the point where your body ends and mine begins.
We draw closer, still totally relaxed, totally at peace, totally one.
It delights me to see your happiness, I am needed, wanted and whole.
I continue my tracings and unable to resist, you return my caress.
Serenity
The peace we feel as we sit by a warming campfire serves to renew our souls.
The sound of the crackling fire, the chirp of a desert gecko and the
mournful howl of the coyote, echoed by his mate only enhance the silence.
The purity of this place impresses us, as throughout the millenniums it has
retained it's harsh virginity.
Gone from our minds is the hustle-bustle of city traffic, the sounds of neighbors locked in disagreement and the never-ending hum of a place which
never sleeps, they exist in a far distant place
Inhale, exhale, taking into the core of our being the enriched air
heavily scented with night blooming cactus.
Coffee brewed by loving hands tastes of wood and smoke, no champagne has ever
lingered so sweetly upon our palates.
Simple meals eaten on tin plates could be no finer served on priceless
porcelain.
The snugness of our tent rivals the finest mansion for security.
Reaching and holding each other close for love and warmth, listening to the
wind serenade us to sleep...we drift off into peaceful serenity.
Symphony Of A Desert Night
Pause to listen to the desert's night symphony.
The tenor gecko performs his solo trill hoping for a duet.
Crickets perform in cacophony chorus each trying to outperform his neighbor.
The mournful aria of a lone coyote echoes in grand voice against the backdrop of canyon walls.
Javelina mothers snort their guttural commands to youngsters still innocent to the desert's harsh nature.
The drumming flap of a night hawk's wings conducts a melody.
A soprano cry pierces the night as predator seizes prey.
The symphony comes to a brief intermission, all pause for a moment of silence, then as in encore, resume their night serenade.
Wind whispers past cactus and softly blows sand, eternal adagio continues 'til the morning star brings the curtain of dawn to close the night's performance.
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