Mind Meld You said you had to leave for awhile,something about needing your own space and all that. I was cool, hip to that jive, I'll see you when you get back. Hey man! So good to see you! It's been at least a month or so. Come in, sit down, tell me where you've been-but first, I have something to ask you... You smiled your wonderful smile and started talking about the exploration of your mind. About the psychedelic music and the colors in your head. Man, you're trippin'! I laughed, as you kept right on telling your story. Finally I stopped you and asked, but did you miss me while you were gone.... You leaned over, kissed my lips, and walked to the back door. In disbelief I watched you, eyes open wide and asked, you're leaving? You're just going again?? With your hand still on the doorknob you turned to look at me. This trip ain't over you said-then flashed that wonderful smile of yours and asked, wanna come for the ride?  © 8/ 2005 SB Smiling at You   The photo sits inside of a small seashell encrusted frame, a left over memento from a cousin's wedding. A printed out black and white shot from the computer, a token to make this relationship seem closer than it was, than it ever would be.  Doesn't he look fine! The dark wavy hair touched with grey. The dashing beard and devil-may-care glint in his eyes. She sighs with the effort of looking at him, and for him. She should have known better than to expect more...but, hadn't it been so...Exciting!!    © 7/11/05 sqb  Fledgling Flight of My Soul   I've been trying to break free of this nest I'm in. It's a small, comfortable cocoon laced with misery. I found myself quite discontented and morose. My soul had wings, I knew. I beat them about, making lots of noise; creating mini dust storms. All about me life passing by in cadence to some unheard drumbeat. I remained as before, beating wings, staying put. Last night under a full moon I saw my plight. Tore away one side of that nest; shrugged off the weight of the past, and slept. The light of the coming dawn wakes me. I stretch my wings and my soul flies free. The drum is loud now as I soar higher and higher. I sing out in joy, for it's my beating heart I hear.   © 4/25/05 sqb   Warm Wine and the Candle    The tallow drips onto the lace tablecloth and cools instantly. She watches over the rim of the wineglass, takes another sip. She's been stood up. For the first time in her life, she's been stood up. He said 8 pm sharp, right? Yes, quite sure of it. Another sip. The lamb has gone cold, the mint sauce looks alien green.The asparagus a big lump in Hollandaise covering. Did he like lamb? The Merlot is room temperature, as it should be. Full-bodied with a hint of fruit, rolls across her tongue as she sips. It leaves a trail of fiery warmth in it's wake. The candle burns bright and low, reflected in warm brown eyes. The full lips sip again, tasting the fruity fire; she wonders what cooling wax would feel like on her body.   © 3/20/05 sqb   Through My Open Window...      The wind chimes sing their melodious tunes so soothing to my psyche. The southerly breezes of a Sunday afternoon blow in gently, cooling my warm body. Tree leaves rustle with involuntary motion, causing spiders in their webs to sway and little caterpillars to cling. The song of the canary on the wire, so thrilling to hear, after all these years. My eyes see curtains blowing in the breeze, somehow very comforting, a sense of Home. The dappled sunlight on the floor brings to my face this secret grin, and even I can't explain. And I remember yesterday; floating unafraid on long Atlantic swells coming into the bay, hearing the roar as they broke frothy and big onshore. The green of the hills reflected in the brilliant prisms that make me squint in the sun. Through my open window I hear the wind chimes, feel the wind, and my eyes reflect the sea. I am at peace I think, what a glorious place to be.   © 11/07/04 sqb  Fire and Ice   The Fire Maiden awakens after sleeping for many years She simmers and stretches her yawn causing rumbles of fear   Pele, goddess of fire, announces her arrival with showers of lava- don't raise her ire   Rivulets of firewater encroaching on man She is shimmering and sineuous Mortals gaze, question her plan   For eighteen years now she has reclaimed what is hers Slowly but surely, nature's reverse   © 2004/sqb The Way Home   The dappled sunlight shines through the deep forest of life, lights the way.   The path is long and winding, but clear and smooth. One can see the tiny flecks of color reaching upwards for warmth.   Wasn't always so smooth, this path. Filled with the bumps of life, craters and mud puddles of pain.   Like the animals, flower and fauna, living one day at a time. We learn to step carefully, reach towards the best places, the light.   We come full circle, taking time to look back and see whence we came. Never to repeat some mistakes lest we be taken down hard, maybe even snuffed out.   We look forward now to the end. The worn but smooth walk leading up to the doorway of ease.   We notice now the colors that bloom, the hush of the forest, the soft breeze as it caresses the cheek. Memories of times past flit like the butterfly through our minds, brings a smile.   Just a little more to go. Look, the lavender wisteria; the tiny impatients with their red.   Look further, there it is. The door covered with the ivy of experience, beckons you.   There, you touch the door-   You sigh, feel once more the breeze's caress, you enter, with a farewell smile.   © 2004/sqb

Memories Forever Haleiwa Evening (Tabora)  I Saw Your Face Last Night( and I cried)   You are foremost in my mind these days. Everyday, all day. I don't know how to not think of you. I was granted a special gift, I dreamt of you last night. It is a rare occurrence that I cherish. I saw your face last night, and I cried. I've been smelling your cologne around me lately. Making your presence known as the time draws near. I turn to look but you're not there. But I saw your face last night, and I cried. I put my palm to your cheek, just there, and felt your warmth. You covered my hand with yours, again, I felt your warmth. I dreamt of you last night, and I smiled. I don't know what we said, or if we said, anything. All I saw was your face. A touch was all I desired. You turned to walk away and I whispered a scream: 'please, stay!' You looked back at me and smiled, somehow I felt your warmth, as I watched you and cried. These moments with you, cherished and private; when you turn to go I follow, but I am not allowed, for it is not yet my time. I watch you walk away, into the night, and the light. Tears fall freely, my sobs wake me up. See, I dreamt of you last night, and I saw your face last night, and I cried.   © 8/11/04 sqb