I wish to hold your hand and whisper goodness in your ear.
I wish to be the light at the end of your long dark tunnel.
I wish to be the star that you wish upon, making all your dreams come true.
But I am none of those.
I am just a frail friend who sees your pain.
Photo: Robert Arn
Life is short
Do you have value?
I brood over the petulant flame
as the candle diminishes
to a waxy puddle,
reflecting on the smokey images
pooled on the bottom
of the etched glass holder.
I reach out and light a fresh candle,
creating a new beginning.
Let there be light.
Caught in the act of friendship
What is our obligation
other than to admit,
we are guilty
of needing another?
I am under no illusion. Lately I have felt myself, The self I know… Fading softly from view
The change is subtle, my mirror reflects an image new. Almost accusatory. How did we arrive so soon?
Photo: Amazing Photography
I spent the day collecting pain.
as I journeyed through my day.
Lost love, and life
As I focused on the pain
That I had gathered
The containers had started small
but grew in size to accommodate.
Unlike turning water into wine.
There is no celebration.
Art :Detail of a cat, Wedding at Cana