What if she could imagine
A different way
What if she prayed
For the love to stay
What is she knew
The dream of a new day
Is here
Daily Bliss – August 12
Daily Bliss – March 4
The time is coming
When her heart cannot contain
The love she’s tried to restrain
And temper with the cold waters of control
The time is coming
When bursting at the seams
She allows herself to dream
And trust her most amazing soul
Daily Bliss – October 31
Don’t mind me, she thought
I’m only passing through
But no one knew
She was invisible, it seemed
And she dreamed a new dream
Where she was, in fact, seen
And silently she smiled
She kind of liked it
Just a little
{POEM} One Heart for All Time
We strive
And we seek
And we live the dream,
Yet we still fall short,
Feel unworthy,
Long for more
Will our striving ever end,
Will our journey ever see
Its destination?
Or are we looking at it all wrong,
Are we seeking empty-hearted
Longing for a journey
That doesn’t truly exist,
A dream so far off
We can’t wrap our narrow hearts
Around it?
Dreams we need,
They keep us going,
The journey of life is real,
It’s where our feet land
Yet we do ourselves no favors
By putting our only focus there
On the abstract
The unseen
Without noticing the details
Of this day we’re actually in
The joy and fear in taking that first step
And the second
The value in not forgetting
To keep counting,
Keep noticing,
Keep loving, living,
Taking daily action
Which paves the way
And creates the dream,
One step at a time,
One joy at a time,
One heart for all time
©SpiritLed 2018
{POEM} Your Love
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Your love,
It reaches to me
Across oceans,
Through unrequited nights,
And the pounding thunder
Of soulful storms
Your love,
It reaches to me
Through the cracks which make up
My broken inner being,
My naked soul,
Open for the taking,
Masqueraded in the cloak of human life,
Trials and tribulations but a dream
To the love which reaches through
Your love,
Reaches into the depths
Of my unshakable soul
Your love,
It makes me whole
©SpiritLed 2017
These Ghosts
The ghosts, they come and go
Lingering in the darkness of a crowded mind
Moving in and out, wispy and ethereal,
Making space for their meanderings
Between the walls of untrained thoughts
And loose-lipped whispers
Haunting, magical
Inescapable grace
Whispers of the past
Harbingers of a future yet unseen
These ghosts, they dominate the mind
When the mind dwells in past affairs
Swirling in and through the soul,
Making present lives but a hazy dream
These ghosts, they are but fiction,
A fragment of a dream already dreamt
No amount of clinging will bring them back
Or make them real again
These ghosts, just let them be
©SpiritLed 2017