A Triptych

Afterlight

Wreckage

Post Death

It was a stark ending, memories incinerated—
The ashes choke the breathless air.

Domestically Deaf
The unbearable silence of home, only ghosts left wandering—
The echoes are cold and lonely.

Traumatically Floored
On my knees, devastated, only splintered emotions left—
My joys shattered on the tiles I laid.

Disoriented Meaning
Overwhelming loss and grief, truth drained from my life—
A void where gardens and blooms of purpose once lived.

Future Missing
Our plans, our vision, erased—
Tomorrow’s dreams dissolved, now only dust blowing into silence.

I Cry
In desperation and loneliness—
Directionless, my heart is destitute.
The loss of you drowns my soul in grief.

Only my Faith
Saved me. I stand on firm ground—
The redemption of my life.
Pulled from the wreckage.

Unbelievably
I don’t believe
You understand
How much
You’ve reshaped
My life.

It’s a renewal,
A rebirth,
An awakening,
A resurrection.

Each glimpse – more beautiful,
Lighting my path forward,
Each step – more essential.

You are
The most singular soul
I’ve never met.

Simply put,
I hope
We share
A future.

I cherish you,
Yearn to see you.
My muse,
You fill my thoughts, ignite my sleeping pen.

It’s simple, it’s you.
You’re the prize in my cracker jack box,
The treasure chest on my pirate island,
The pot of gold at my rainbow’s end.

Unbelievably,

You calm the tsunamis-
Up, Down, Sideways,
Let’s enjoy the ride,
Seize the gold,
Shine your light,
For us,
Don’t let it fade away.

There is a vast openness
To the future of antiquity
I am compelled
To explore
That beautiful,
Singular Soul.

That!
Is simple devotion.

Afterlight

Afterthought, aftertrauma,
The dust settles to the ground,
Nourishes the soil
Seeds sprout,
Stirred by a breeze that renews,
Light lifts from the horizon.
The honeybee – me,
Is ready,
Always in search of nectar.
Life is renewed.

Ha!
Fancy that.

Life lives, nectar found,
My pen still moves, inspired again
By my muse.
Do we push up daisies?
Or nourish roses.