The lightening and crack of thunder

Make me wonder what’s next

What’s best

The air is thick with rain

A pressure building like pain

Of energy like the wind when it blows

A soft whistle of direction, affection

The sky is dark with streaks of light

Somewhere over there in the bright

A cleansing of sorts

an aggressive stream to clean

As the rain drops begin to fall

To the one above

I’m grateful through it all

For you, too.

You. wanted my heart in rhythmic words

But feared them to be true.

I said they are born through heartache -but I switched the tempo For You.

One look into a lovers gaze

Not a second later You were through.

Well here you go. My muse of pain

Now you’re added to the sea of the same.

Bystanders and fans

Go DJ too many demands

Maybe For You. Love is too much

But he will come for me without a fuss but a must.


It’s different for me

There’s a sense of urgency

A dream deferred

A dream preferred

A fire waiting to be ignited

Of pure excitement

Trust and ease


My fear is to be left on my own

Fighting off thoughts in this zone

Pondering about when

What was and what could’ve been.

While trying to focus on the present

A present not yet received.

A heart wrapped in ribbon

Waiting to be given

To the one that recognizes the blessing

And confessing

Imperfection and abundant love

Thanks be to the one above

For the promise of another

A friend. A lover. A protector. A provider.

The sense of urgency is different for me.

A dream deferred

A dream preferred

One day.. some day ..

It’ll all make sense,

An ease to all – that’s been tense.

I stopped counting after 40

Am I allowed to say that I miss you?

Without you getting squeamish and feeling trapped?

If the answer is yes, then I miss you.

If the answer is no, then why are we here ?

For you.

I’m writing you a poem

Because I know your eyes roam.

From afar

I daydream about you.

When near

I daydream about you too.

I think about your kisses your embrace

Your eyes and your face.

You make me smile all time

The witty responses, voice of sand and breeze, 2 dozen roses of fire, soca music running through mind.

I’d say more – but not today

The sun has set for you rising again for me

In its own way

Passionately marked in the sky

Prayers and wishes .. thankful for another day.

Like a puzzle piece.

I envision love like a section in a puzzle.
The pieces are oddly shaped and rarely straight.
Maybe it’s a color or part of picture or face. Maybe a word within a sentence of hope.
But the pre-designed image on the packaging, suggests there is a fit.
How frustrating it is to find a piece that almost fits, but it doesn’t…Frustrating.
So, we keep digging through the pile and connect what’s connectable; corners, edges..
Until one day, little by little the pieces align and the picture is much clearer.
I keep reminding myself…there is a fit.