Unnatural cool breezes blow

through the open windows and doors.

The palms silently wave

As the fresh breeze moves them.

Gathering sensuality from the blue skies

And laughing waves

The gentle wind reminds us

Of all we have

Of all we celebrate

Of all we are grateful for

In our microcosm of life.

We move with the wind

And feel it’s breath on our brows

We lay on the lounges

Sun in our eyes

As it envelopes us

In the sweet scent of spring.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Can’t find my way into the ethers

wandering colors, copper and turquise

The odd thought or two

I come to the paper to allow myself freedom

and fill the paper with the thoughts that roll around in my head

Maybe some thoughts that don’t

Thoughts of plants and weeds rolled into thin cigarettes

Smelling smoke that soothes the psyche

Inhale deeply the old fashioned way

Then exhale, slowly watching the smoke rise, to the ceiling,

It disappears

Maybe I will too

by Deborah E. Dayen

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I dreamed that I slept

In the dark of night,

As the clocked ticked

And wakefulness plagued me.

Unconscious in

In my wakened state

With ocean waves crashing

I floated through the ethers.

I woke, and the dream ended

Was I ever asleep?

Have I really awakened?

By Deborah E. Dayen

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The night weighs gently

Rounding my shoulders

As I struggle to find sleep

Things on my mind range

from the basal to the ethereal

Some of them have a great deal of weight

Some of the weight is not even mine.

So I think I’ll go back to bed

The big bed, with the fan turning imperceptibly

To keep this Florida room cool

I”ll wrap myself around a man who waits for me there.

I’ll hold him close to me and stay with him.

When he wakes he’ll take the weight from me

And both of us will sleep wrapped together

By Deborah E. Dayen

The stars in your eyes

Kindle the sparks in my heart

And set me on fire

By Deborah E. Dayen

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And so I go

wandering about the house

picking up my thoughts

from the chair,

from the couch

from the table.

Looking for understanding

Why do I walk at night

in the dark

in the silence?

The light of the salt lamp

Soothes my edgy mind.

How did I get here?

I can’t explain it

I was alone

For so long.

There is a man who walks with me

Asks, cares,

Finds a piece of me that I missed.

Hands it to me

In the pink light

And caresses my head.

Alone no more

I take it in.

Finding peace in this early morning hour.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Transport me
To a place I’ve never been
Show me
Things I’ve never seen
Teach me
Things I’ve never learned.
Tell me
Things I’ve never heard.
Touch me
Where I’ve never been touched.

Move me
With your story
Fill me
with your joy
Lean into me
With your pain
Rest on my shoulder
When you are weary of the world.

Stay in this moment with me.
Don’t look behind.
Don’t look ahead.
Let happen, what will happen.
Be my love and my friend, I’ll be yours.

Note:  I found this poem in my drafts.  I wrote it back when I was looking for a man like the one I found.  I guess it’s part of manifesting what I wanted, because this describes him, and us,  perfectly.

By Deborah E. Dayen

It grew, in sturdy soil

Without enough rain

Not enough sun

Despite the odds it grew

Tall and strong.

Arms raised to the sky

It sheltered everyone

Who came to sit in it’s shade.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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I watched you fly

From here to there

Part of me was flying with you

Though my feet never left the ground.

I see your smile

Every time I close my eyes.

I feel you wrapped around me

When I am weary, or cold.

Laugh, and enjoy!

I’ll be standing on the platform

When the train comes in

Waiting to hold you

In my arms again.

Eyes closing

Like a gossamer veil

When night falls

Lashes brush cheeks

And voices murmur,

A soft, familiar current

Folded around

Encompassing

Neither here nor there,

Just resting in the arms of one who knows

Everything, and nothing

Willing to share

To feel

To waken to awareness

Pure, simple

A deep breath exhales

Against tender flesh

Gentle hands guide through the night

No past no future

Only now

Only peace

Only joy

Only love.

By Deborah E. Dayen