fingers raw, bruised and sore,
masks stripped, truth tearing at the core,
feelings forgotten, discarded and rotten,
emptiness scratching at the bottom,
moments fungal, trapped in this desolate jungle,
scalding pride to ashes cold and humble,
dreams trashed, memories adrift, lashed,
wheels of lives callously slashed …
still, yet, always,
hope persists, through life’s turns and twists,
hope never dies,
hope resists … … …
alone, not lonely ... ... ...
May your smile never fade,
may you always be as you are now,
warm and kind,
true and filled with the generosity of spirit that defines you,
may your dreams soar into the boundless open skies,
and may the benevolent fingertips of time and of fate,
brush away any tears that should fall from your gentlest eyes.
May you forever stand tall,
may your head always be held high,
with stoic dignity.
May your past experiences be the stepping-stones that mark your path ahead,
may your heart be your guide,
your blazing beacon of wildly enthusiastic hope,
may your wishes be simple,
and may they come to be,
filling your life and your moments,
with joyous bliss,
where you truly feel free.
Free of the weight of yesterday,
free of gnawing doubt,
and may your being be infused,
with the softest serendipity,
so that you may spread your arms,
and to the heavens shout,
I am free,
I am me,
at long last,
I am standing tall,
never again to bow,
or to fall on bended knee.
This is a wish both simple yet elusive,
a wish that only you can make true,
by simply being,
the kind,
warm,
gentle person,
that is you … … …
high at 34 thousand feet
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my wishes are simple,
desires few,
gazing upon a leaf,
nourished by dew.
my wishes are simple,
dreams hardly grand,
hearing birdsong in this desert,
together, hand in hand.
my wishes are simple,
my heart calm,
resting with you ‘neath this palm,
years rattling bones,
wrinkling skin,
greying our hair,
ever so thin … … …
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