Beauty to Behold

I give props to the parts of me that suffered through some things

I can still bring my game, despite all transition brings

For, both void and abundance create a most-sacred space

I’m a beauty to behold as I move with mid-life grace

Black

Silence
Rings out year after forlorn year
From space, that sacred place
So I stay mourning

Yet, I send signals
Probes, seeking life
To every corner
This curious heart and mind must

Silence
I know it’s name, oh, but it’s heart
Darkened for what reason
‘Tis unknown to me

soliloquy

Sacred space, take me back
Spare me from such wav’ring souls

Protected, I, despite the spears
Higher there than daggers after me

Nested
Sunlit

Hardwood floors, art-deco skies
Resonate my clicking heels

Close these eyes to all I wish
Airy space, take me back

Rolled Shirt Sleeves

Where white silk has never been worn
Nor promises ever spilled forth
No petals tossed up in good sport

None troubadours have set the scene 
No busy-ers to plan the dream
The path forth untrodden and green

With eyes that see sacred in place
Beside Love’s Best Fly-ing Ace
The air with my oath I’ll then grace