A grand tale

My love,

There is a grand story being written here

You won’t see the pattern in it’s ebb and flow

You won’t be able to guess at its ending

but you will walk the paths you have to walk

and as all good tales go,

one day you will find yourself standing on the last page

and as you live out your last breath

you will realise, you have been staring at the ending all along

Content

And I guess,

I know what it is to be content.

It is to be full of love and light

To look into the eyes of a loved one

And see it reflected back at you

It is to laugh, loud and helplessly so

To be alone with a book that mirrors your soul

To walk on empty roads, not alone,

but with your presence at your side

To be away and yet at home

Letting Go

People pass like time

Like running water

Like drafts of wind on a summer night

Like a wisp of smoke trailing heavenward

And all that’s left in their wake 

is the fragrance of their presence 

A distant memory of their touch 

On your life

People pass like time

Like running water

Like drafts of wind on a summer night

Like a wisps of smoke trailing heavenward