The suffocating heat

Of the day

Baked us as we watched

the gentle waves.

Your hand touched mine

As we leaned back

To face the sun.

A balmy breeze

Blew in from the sea

Carrying sultry dreams on it’s breath

Our eyes met with sweet desire

As we gathered our things

It’s cooler inside.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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Your breath blows across my neck

Like the wind before the storm.

Your hands search me

Looking for treasure.

You find it.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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I didn’t know

What I didn’t want.

I guess that means

I didn’t know what I wanted

Either.

I mean,

There was an eclair

Sitting on the plate.

I said,

“I only want half of a half. “

Then,

When I was done

With that half of a half,

(Or, the quarter eclair),

It was suggested

That the other half be cut in half.

And that I eat

Another half of a half.

I did.

So…I didn’t know

What I didn’t want.

Then.

I also didn’t know

What I did want

Then.

Now I know that

What I wanted was a whole half.

And what I didn’t want

was to leave the rest of it sitting on the plate.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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I’ve been looking out the window

The day was warm,

And clear

And steamy.

A sea breeze swayed the palms.

Beyond the window lay the sea

The sand white and soft

The water turquoise and gentle

The breeze blew across it

And gathered it’s sweetness

Delivered then to the palms

And my life.

Today I only gazed out the window

Weary from a sleepless night

Content to be content

To add my whisper to the wind

Which blows from me to you.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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When love comes calling

Will you hear?

Will you be wandering

Aimlessly

Inside your own head?

Will you heed the melody

the plays on the perpihpery

of the cloudy flow?

Will you let those clouds part

And give you clarity?

Will you allow yourself

to actually

let go of that which no longer serves you

and open the door

To even the slightest possibility

Of sheer joy?

Will you take the chance?

Do you have anything to lose

While you have everything to gain?

By Deborah E. Dayen

The evening fades
Hours gone by
Like the slow moving rain clouds
Which quenched the thirsty earth

Watching the grass reaching upward again
Long months of drought ended
The hibiscus blooms opened by day
Their tender petals closing with the fading light.

Reaching across the darkening twilight
For the hands that soothe my brow,
Calm my spirit, and touch my soul
I found you walking toward me.

Finally within view.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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The fragrance filled the room
Flowers, slightly past their prime,
Sweetly mixed with the scent of passion
Scents stirred by the barely perceptible ceiling fan.

Some joy filled the air,
Some peace and contentment.
Dreaming for a moment,
Though it was real.

Waiting for the instant
When reality and dreams coalesced.
In a twinkling we knew
It was only the beginning.

Knowing it’s possible
Is one thing.
Living the possibility
Is quite another, altogether.

In the stillness following the storm
Feel the current
Still running through you
Low steady hum of your life.
Buzzing your feet,
your head
your heart.

A low hum runs through you
Things you shouldn’t remember
And things you should forget.
Things that brought you
Here, to this point.

In the clear light of day there is distance
There are new wonderful things
To drown the hum.
Seeking to let go
You shut the light off.
And go to sleep.

Embark the gossmer silver spacecraft
Begin the journey
Through the stars and constellations
Through creation’s ancient stardust
To the Universe within.

Somewhere among the
Vast celestial bodies
The soul will find the answers
If we but read the signs
And learn the lessons.

We are not in the universe.
The universe is within us.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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