I imagine you as a glass slipper,

Beautiful and fragile but never to be shattered.

The perfect fit found by the traveler through out the land.

As a child you brought Cinderella to life for me.

She comforted me through scary nights.

And when the fever was gone

the fairy tale never was.

I remember the beautiful dress

lighting my dimly lit room.

With the glow of a moonlight dance

in the arms of a prince.

Their feet barely touching the ground as they twirled round and round.

I felt the warmth of your love

even as that tiny child.

I adored you then and even though

Our home was never filled with silver or gold

or paintings from famous artists,

the book you gave me was

worth so much more.

You brought a castle

into my little girl world

I was Cinderella and

you taught me that there can be happy endings

and that prince charming is not a myth.

I'm a woman now

and I still believe in fairy tales

you gave them to me.

Although the magic may have been make believe

your truth is given to me everyday

with as much wisdom as there was whimsy

and all the love a sister could ever feel.

You are my inspiration, a guide

down a path of what life should be.

I'm not Cinderella and I didn't go to the dance

but you make me feel like I still have the chance

and that at midnite at the end of each day

there is always a happily ever after.

For you... my sister, my hero, my best friend

 

 

the skies open up to wispy clouds

as the fresh crisp air of september arrives.

i open the window and breathe in the beauty of the morning

i forget the long hot summer days and nights

and look forward to the change of the season.

i drink in the colors of fall

quenching my thirst from

wine colored trees.

my head spins as i watch the amber leaves

spiral down from their branches

creating a carpet of gold and red velvet as they touch the ground

a canvas painted with the colors of the earth

God's palette of autumn fill my eyes with wonder

and my heart fills with memories

of my childhood, my travels, my home.

september is more than a goodbye to summer

it's hope for today and tomorrow

and peace from the past.

i was born in september and was given

a ring of sapphire as a little girl.

it remains one of my treasures even though it has no value

just a beautiful blue stone that still has a sparkle.

given with love to this libra september child

with hopes of harmony and fairness

to balance her life

and to forever cherish the days of wine colored trees

that quench my thirst

 

The stillness is what she needs.

There seems to be no rhyme in the role she leads.

They ask her questions and she knows the answers

And easily gives them away.

Her secrets stay untold and she keeps the key

Never to unlock her soul.

Music soothes the pain she feels

The lyrics flow through her veins

and they become the steps she takes.

No one knows how she loves and no one knows that she can't.

Something is missing and she tries to get it back.

She wonders if she ever will

Or if she really cares.

She listens to their despair

And tries to remember what love really means.

She tells them not to worry

Because you need to do

what your heart has to say

Even if she can't hear what her own heart beats.

She has her music inside her mind

It becomes her lover, her friend.

Her foggy thoughts and her sorrow filled tears

Sometimes cloud the day and bring back the fear

Until the music fills her and brings back some hope.

She waits not always patiently for the fog to clear.

Although she tries with all that she has

The darkness stays as an unwelcomed guest

Forcing her to awaken from a restless sleep.

Maybe today her mind will allow happiness to rule the day.

As always she kneels and prays

The music will show her the way.

Like the lace from a vintage wedding gown.

All the same work was in the design.

Sequins and pearls reflected with perfection

Elegance in both the web and the gown,
Some webs are woven with a simple thread

Just as sometimes one seems they

are holding on with just the one.

The web one weaves can become more

than they can bear

Often lies to cover their fears.

Morning dew drops glisten the maze

Formed by the nights' artist

creating the masterpiece

that becomes their fortreess

Not easily destroyed.

Yes, the webs we weave

are each our own,

Can the wind or the rain change our path?

Like the water refracting the light

Shining brightly, dancing, happily

towards a new life.

The tattered wedding gown waiting to be worn

With a new web of lace

Delicately replaced

Just like our spirit renewed

Stronger than before.

A new beginning for each of us to spin a new web.

I closed my eyes and I could smell the sea.

The sun bronzed my skin as I felt its' warmth.

Below me the river flowed as it always does.

I was amazed at the images that appeared.

The texture of the rocks and the shades of the water

Took shapes like tattoos in the depths beneath me.

A language of it's own and the home to the creatures

that allow me to enjoy their lives.

I wonder if they enjoy their solitude

as I enjoy mine.

But everything changes in its' own time

The moon, the tide

Nothing lasts forever,

not even a tattoo.

As I walk down the path that seems to have no end.

The river current beside me flows with ease

to join her sisters of three.

Along my walk I find solace with the

enchantment of nature.

As my senses are filled with the

fragrance of life

I wonder whose thoughts are floating

along with mine.

A place that many have traveled

as the water smoothes the stones

so do life's mysteries

as I walk my path alone.

I've found a secret place to gather dreams.

Down that lonely long path

I pick up the pieces like shattered colored glass.

On my journey I pass the old abandoned classic car

I smell the eucalyptus trees blowing in the wind.

The apples and figs I promised to leave to ripen.

The tall bamboo limbs swaying and ready to defend.

Old mill homes still stand tall with stories to tell and ready to dwell

I love my walk down the river trails

Keeping my secrets and soothing my soul.

Calming my spirit and filling me with awe,

I find life easier to behold.

You visit me in my sleep and I know you're with me.

I am a child again needing your guide.

I'm left wondering where home is and where I need to go.

Your comfort wraps me like a soft blanket

and I am at ease,

When my eyes begin to open and I search the room for you

I may even call out,

I know you are still near.

And for a while I can feel you in the next room.

Then the sadness returns knowing it was just a dream.

But not even death can leave me sad for long.

I have the memories of your voice, the stroking of my hair when I was afraid.

The unconditional love you always gave,

Those gifts I treasure and respect and try to share.

It's been a while now since we last spoke

And sometimes I still shed tears,

But, I know you have never really gone

You've answered too many prayers.

I love you now as I did before

Maybe even more.

Each strand was a chime each time the wind blew the air.

Words were a testament and were held in faith.

Friendships were lifetime,

A family of trust and love.

Never a doubt

Never a lie.

Innoncence was the only truth we knew.

We held it as we held each other

Pure and nourishing to our

Hearts and to our souls.

Ties never to be broken and never to be sold.

Priceless memories ever etched in our minds.

A way of life a way of conscience.

Simple kindness was how we held close

The way of life so long ago

Where every day was beautiful

And nothing grew old.

I long for those youthfilled days,

Never a doubt

Never a lie.