Rhythmically lifting.

Gliding over limbs

Like silky fabric.

Cooling, soothing

The seagulls called

And pelicans flew low over the water

Like low flying jets

Looking for a meal.

Parasailors in the distance,

And a cormorant on top of a buoy.

Waves breaking on the beach

As we drifted with the tide

In and out

Up and down

Laughing

Holding on

Embracing in the turquoise waters

White sand beneath our feet

Blue sky above our heads

Telling stories

Of old,

Of new.

Bonded and freed

By the force of nature

That gently rolled the ocean in

And just let us be

Part of that one great thing.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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A dream was held in the palm of her hand

She could see it

She could feel it

An ethereal wind blew across her brow

She breathed the dream in.

It became part of her.

Like blood and bones

Breath and movement.

Every day since,

Good times or bad,

She and the dream,

Now her reality,

Danced together.

Hand in hand

Embracing life.

Joy manifested.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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My arms are sore

I held on too long to things that robbed me

My knees buckle

I walked a hard path that strained without reason

My ankles are stiff

They are unsure where to set my feet on the ground

My neck turns with difficulty

I didn’t want to see too much

My shoulders tire

I carried burdens not mine

I sit in darkness

Waiting for the light

Knowing it will come

I’ve learned the lesson well

I always knew love was all there was

Now it’s found me

I can let go the greedy things that swindled me

I’ve found a softer path

Where I can step safely

I can see the sun rise and set

And put down the burdens which are not mine.

Because you loved me.

By Deborah E. Dayen

There was freedom

In her hair

flowing like ribbons behind her

As she galloped over the clouds and rain

To that place where no one claimed her

Except herself.

She breathed in the scent of love

And picked her way through the dunes

Til she found him

Waiting

With the stars in his eyes

And comets in his hands.

Succumbing,

She knew she was home.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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You found me

Just in the nick of time,

Saving me from myself,

Stopping my slide into the abyss

You found me

And picked me up.

You dusted me off and

Thought I was beautiful.

You found me

And you held me

Like a bunch of flowers

You nourished my soul.

You found me

And then

I found you too.

Love of my life.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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How nice is it,

To lay shivering between the sheets

And know

That this amazing man

Will join me soon,

And happily warm me up ?

By Deborah E. Dayen

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Fears fell out

Onto the soggy ground.

I watched them melt

And disappear

As the green grass,

Encouraged by the warmth of the sun

Covered them with new life.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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My heart aches

In places I didn’t know still existed.

Soothing words and touch,

borne of love that wraps around me,

take the edges off.

I have to go back,

One final time.

To clean up a mess

Not of my own making.

He used to say

“I quit. I just quit.”

And he did, a little more every day.

This will be the last time

I will fix the mess he makes.

The last time I will clean broken dishes off the floor

And the food he threw off the counters

And trash off the table.

Finally, I will be able to quit.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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Sadness follows him

Through empty rooms,

Remnants of a life that could have been.

The voices in the walls

Cry out with the truth that crawls inside them

Slimy tendrils that reach out

To wrap around his heart.

They are invisible,

But noisy.

He denies them

But they speak anyway.

Of pain, of hurt, of demands

Yet he goes

Looking for solace

In the place where he gave none.

The hole in the roof

Lets the light in,

And the rain.

Creatures of the night

Roam unimpeded.

Yet by day,

He searches.

The life he wanted,

Echoing through the empty rooms.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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Thunder echoes across the bay

As the night cools,

And the steam from the land

Rises into colums

Reaching into a clear blue sky

Completely blotting the sun.

Darkness descends on the land

The light fights for it’s place

The darkness cracks

The light glows through

The darkness shudders with all its might

Trying to scare the light away.

The light won

Glowing the cracks in the dark clouds with its radiance.

Lighting up the land

Until the battle was won and

The light returned

Having chased the darkness away.

Even at night

The moon and stars can glow again

Once the darkness has been erased from the sky.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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