Pounding, pounding, on it goes.

The noise doesn’t stop in her head.

Gears turning and churning,

Impossible to find a stopping point.

Questions flow through her mind;

Am I on the right path, or biding my time?

But finally a goal she sought arrives,

The one her brain pushes her towards.

Her heart quiets its screams,

Knowing now is no longer the time.

She needs a break, a moment of rest.

The heart hopes it’s time will come.

She hopes it doesn’t miss its chance

Next time.

It shattered. The porcelain bowl lied in several pieces. It was special, and it still was. It couldn’t be destined for the trash, for it was treasured so.

Instead, lovingly, she gathered the pieces, as tears rolled down her face. Bit by bit, she reassembled the bowl, embellishing each vein with gold. When she was done, it became more beautiful than before.

She set it on the mantle, knowing it’s secret, filling it with solid things, from candies to baubles and more. A secret lied at the bottom for no one to ever see.

One day he came in, full of love. He decided to pour it in the bowl. It held for a while, but then the secret was revealed. There was a hole, a piece still missing, at the very bottom.

She had never found it, that missing piece. So despite all of its beauty and restoration, it wasn’t whole.

Boxes,

wrapped in white and silver,

still sit in my closet,

Sixteen years later,

unopened.

You left us this day,

unannounced.

Unexpectedly.

I talk to you all the time.

I wonder if you hear

if there is a beyond.

Or perhaps your spirit lies

behind one of your own

great-grandchildren’s eyes?

You are still missed.

You always will be.

Miss you Dad.

Snappy, feeling so snappy.

Turn to the left, boom!,

Finally the pieces arrive;

Turn to the right, blam!,

installer on his way.

It takes a team, but,

I feel so so snappy.

Things are falling

Into place. Finally.

Is the end in sight?

Is that what I see?

Please, oh please,

Let it be! Snappy!!!

Love, real love, never disappears.

Sometimes it may seem to have

gone away or faded,

but really, it is sitting quietly

in the corner, waiting until

it is needed once more.

Love, true love, watches,

checks in, and always cares.

Love is not always boastful

or loud, or causing great sound.

Love always wants what is best,

sometimes it steps back,

sets you free for great things.

But, know this,

when it is true and real,

it remains always,

It waits until it is time,

time to bloom once more.

Seasons will change,

circumstances too…

Don’t give up on love,

it won’t give up on you.

She paces endlessly in her head,

there is nothing more for her to do now,

the decision is in others’ hands.

This is where she gets nervous,

not being in control.

This is how she has been let down

so many times before.

She repeats to herself,

if it’s meant to be, it will be,

and reminds herself

she did all she could do.

The minutes on the clock pass.

The days on the calendar too.

The deadline approaches,

soon she should know.

But waiting, waiting,

waiting is the hardest part.

She crawled across the sofa as he relaxed in his seat. Her hair fell over to one side as she sighed and smiled. He lowered his book and looked her way. She looked 10 years younger; he was amazed. A little hair color does wonders. Her dark brown eyes fluttered as she closed in, one of her hands rested on his thigh. Her shirt hung away from her body, not hiding anything from view.

He smiled, then he saw her bewitching look. His eyes locked onto hers. Those dark brown eyes had so much depth; he could easily get lost in them. She blinked once, then he felt it. His soul came pouring out from his blue eyes. She continued to drain him, but he didn’t care. She had him mesmerized, so it continued until he finally spoke.

“Stop, you’re stealing my soul.” He blinked, breaking the trance.

She sat back on her own legs. Foiled again.

“Is your dragon red or green?”

He looks up

with an arched brow.

“You know,

those are evil dragons.”

She smiled, unaware.

He continued on.

“I’d rather my dragon

be silver or gold.”

She lowered her head

having learned once more.

But a red dragon

would be sublime,

and she’d love to see

a green dragon in the sky.

But silver it is this time.

It’s what he’d prefer,

falling on the good side.

And he teases me

for being lawful good!