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Finding strength in friendship…

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In the silence
When I can’t hear your voice
I try to imagine the direction
I should look to find you.

I’m not great
With such spacial orientations.
North,  South,  East, West?
They all seem to leave me puzzled.

But somehow, without fail,
I seem to find your heart
Because you are searching
For mine too.

Your soul reaches over
The many obstacles
Which others find daunting
And it finds mine.

I keep thinking
One day your eyes
Would dig too deep
And see unsightly parts of me,

And just like that
Your soul would finally stop
Searching for mine
And disappear into the shadows.

So I try to think of reasons
You shouldn’t look so closely,
But you’re not the superficial type
You live for depth, you’re not afraid.

You don’t mind getting messy
And it amazes me
That you aren’t deterred
By the state of my garden.

You’re willing to help me
Till the stubborn soil
To soften and mulch,
To plant new seeds of love.

Like the seasons
My Spring will soon come.
And hopefully,  those seeds
Will bloom into something wonderful.

So I hope you’ll stick around
To bear witness to your handiwork,
To see how much I’ve grown
Because of you.

Song


Contents written: April 12 2015 | Originally published: June 19 2016  |  Copyright ©  2016 Moylom Enterprises


This is what I crave…

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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! – that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Poem source: http://m.poemhunter.com/poem/annabel-lee/


Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: September 17 2016
Originally published: September 18 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Life cycles

 

Life is cyclical…
Things come then they go.
Such is the case with
Fads, Friends, Money, Love,
Power, Youth, Seasons
And even Life itself!
Patience, courage and hope/faith
Are the tools needed
To see us through
To the next phase/cycle.
There is no need to fight it,
Just embrace the change
And press on…

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Contents written: April 13 2015.
Contents edited: May 2 2015.
Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises.


Stolen glances

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Stolen glances
Two strangers
They coexist intermittently
Taking the same train home.

Stolen glances
No longer
They instead smile Familiarly
Months go by – – it’s a small world.

They sit together now.
They chat, or just ride silently
Reading, writing or listening to music
A familiar face is nice.

The next time they meet
Not on the train
But at the movies
Stolen glances no longer
But a warm embrace.

Image source: Yahoo images (www.canyonranch.com).

 

 

*Originally published March 2015


Contents written: January 7 2015. Edited February 23 & March 14 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


Fairytales…

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I fell for it.
All the lies they told me.
The fairytale of happily ever after.
Little girls growing up to be princesses – –
Damsels in distress.
Little boys becoming princes – –
Knights in shining armor.

None of those things happened for me
And here I am reading the same stories
To my little girl.
How ridiculous?
To tell her the same lies seems wrong!
And yet, what if I’m wrong?

What if she grows up to have her fairytale?
What if her prince charming comes?
What if she gets her happily ever after?
I can’t bare to take away her hope,
After all, that’s what those stories are about, right?

We all want happiness.
We all need HOPE!
The hopeless romantic that I am,
Though embittered by life’s cruel tricks
As though under the wicked witch’s spell,
Can’t take away someone else’s hope
Especially not the hope of my own child.
Hope is what we crave!

So I read her the fairytales
And watch her light up at every word
Then I tell her the truth, my truth,
Praying she’ll stay close
To God’s guiding hand
So He can work His magic – –
Creating for her the happy ending
He knows is best for her.

Hmm,
So what if THIS is my happy ending?
It certainly doesn’t feel like it,
But what if it is?
What if THIS is the fairytale
God saw fit for me to have?
Huh!

Perhaps I’m supposed to write new stories – –
Stories that show a different kind of happy ending – –
Stories for little boys and girls of the future.
What if my fairytale has an ending
That simply hasn’t been written yet?
Well, what if they didn’t lie AFTER ALL!!!

My little girl is growing up so fast!
In many ways I need her to,
Then on days when I need to shield her
From this harsh world
I hold her tight
And pray she keeps her innocence.
I can’t shield her forever, I know,
But I pray that her life turns out
A lot less cruel than mine.

So here’s to happy endings!
If you’ve already found yours
I’m happy for you.
But to those of us
Still searching
Here’s to writing the stories
That need to be told.

Here’s to telling the truth,
Your truth, my truth, our truth!
Here’s to changing the future
Not just for ourselves
But for our little ones too.
Here’s to having HOPE
And here’s to writing
Our own happy ending!

 

 

 


Contents written: JAN 21 2016 | ©2016 Moylom Enterprises