Her eyes reflect
the Sun's kiss
as she walks
upon water.
Her wisdom traced
on paw print sands
as she softly treads
along the shore.
She dreams
of snow laden earth
while paws frolic
upon icy sea foam.
Sabrina, goddess of snow
spreads warmth
melts hearts
on Winter's playground.
with love...
And the sun retreats
high aglow orange canvas
where I’ve seen this same glow
half a world away
on a different horizon.
And the daylight verbiage
quelled by deafening quiet
whispers secrets
to passerby clouds
never remembered.
And the harbour bids
“farewell Sun Goddess”
drowning in darkness
gently awaiting
a symphony of lights.
Until we meet again…
Love
speaks in silence
the unconditional
stanzaic interlude
between heart and soul.
Never wanting
always waiting
to give freely
and openly.
Love
does not see color
nor stereotypical
ego branded persona.
As spirit seer
pure love
accepts all
with understanding
and patience.
Love
hears beyond sound
soft whispers
of heartstrings
playing in rhythm
the quiet song -
a deafening simplicity
defining uniqueness
to authentic self.
Love
tastes the sweet n sour
of daily imperfections
savoring the bitter
with the sweet.
The perfect blend
providing nourishment
for the heart
digesting the mix.
Love
smells indifference
and recoils at the
nauseous self righteous
stench of the arrogant
yet embraces the
empowering odor
of forgiveness -
a scent of healing.
Love
touches softly
hearts who hear,
minds who see,
spirits who know
the freedom to give
inherent deep within
our soul
without expectation -
unconditionally.
My dreams
carry me away
to a land foreign
yet as familiar
as home
flying through
ancient temples
market streets
lush green
and mystical mountains.
I awaken
with tears of joy
and sorrow
for I am not there
until I return
my dreams
will embrace
the far off land
within my heart.
Smoky incense
orange, mango and pear
offered to buddha
in a wooden alcove.
The street lined
as a red carpet event
with paper lanterns
green, pink, red, gold.
Hand woven baskets
home to fruits, flowers
bok choy and cabbage
strewn among street stalls.
Neighbors along the street,
raw silk, pots and pans,
souvenirs and toys
compete for attention
and the Hong Kong dollar.