Tell me beloved

What is a field of roses

When you are the very garden

From which it breathes ?

All can perceive

That our father

Whispered a secret in your ears;

Golden Words

only you can decipher

Oh where does such magic

Derive from, dearest one?

All would come

If you’d divulge

What you’ve hidden from the world

Tell me beloved

Of this emerald you possess

Tell me


Here I Am

In between each breath

There in that space… I am

See me in

That moment before ink touches paper

… I exist

Where sleep wins over

Tired eyelids

In the letting go…. I’m already there

Feel my words

When the flakes of snow

Are just about to caress the ground

… There I shall abound

I promise to never part

Even after goodbyes

To My Children When I am Gone

To My Children when I am gone

A cloud once spoke to me

As it cried down on the Earth

I had forgotten my fathers promise 

By the tree of forever 

A foolish child sadly remembers 

The wisdom a father tried to impart 

When the tops of redwoods 

Bristle his breath on me 

May you not follow my folly 

You are him

I see it in your laughter and smile 

Hidden behind such bravado 

Don’t hide from me

Or the world 

Let a million ancestors rejoice

In your accomplishments beloved 

And remember my voice 

In the autumn winds of tomorrow 

The hue of my pupils 

In the skies of winter 

Where tears will well up around your eyes 

And the wish of my presence 

Is never more 

Remember I love you  


Where would I possibly go

If in this very moment

Your blessing abounds 

Whether in the tallest building 

Or nestled in my sheets 

Swimming in the ocean 

Or seated on the shore 

There is truly nothing 

But your love 

Beyond all the scents

And the abundance of colors 

That surround me

I kneel before your beauty 

And I am home 

Loving You

Though I may no longer feel your touch 

It’s imprint 

Is ever lasting 

The scent of your skin

Permeates my senses 

Where Nothing truly 

shall Compare 

Everything fails to reach

The zenith 

That was loving you 

Thus Having known such heights 

Suffices the longing

That is In my soul 

And the penance of forever 

Justifiably I shall serve