Love Abiding

My head lie near a treasure placed deep in your soul
gifted to you, by angels
The moment finds solace in me for there is peace in the simple.

Lend me your freedom, may I share openly the passion of life
Lend me self love, as I would see the purity within mine own.

Where is this potion you drink of, seeing in me what I do not?
Forgive me for I am blind, my cloud has yet to part.

Content you watch lovingly, knowing more than I,
as if awaiting metamorphosis.

May my tucked wings emerge,
unfolding to the brilliance of blue and gold
an endless ray bouncing off the beauty of flight.

It is there I land gracefully next to you,
my treasure

To Jamie
Love Heather

August 25, 2006

What good is life
when it is carefully contained
to protect an alien form?
Are not the burdens of others
we aid, to lift
the monument we gain?
Is it not recycled
by universal law,
when the giving of breath
is the taking by another?
Is not the reward the act?

August 3, 2006

There are many roads to Christ, but the road is not the point.