Inside of the dream,

we were walking in a valley.

There was cobblestone and grass

underneath our feet, flowers lining

the path we were on. As we walked,

we began to see others waiting

alongside the road. On either side,

there was everyone we knew,

all wearing white so that they shone

brighter than the sun above us.

I held your hand and felt your light

shining within mine so brilliantly.

Those that line the path are smiling,

radiant and joyful. I can feel the joy

inside of myself, radiating from inside of you.

As we walk further down the path,

I hear a woman’s voice break out in song;

it is lilting and beautiful and filled with light.

We walk towards that voice that fills me

with such happiness and hope

that it makes my spirit want to sing with her.

You clutch my hand tighter and I return the gesture,

knowing that my life is about to change.

You look at me and I can only see your light,

shining so brightly. I wake at that moment,

slowly, and look around me expecting to see

a valley filled with our loved ones,

still hearing that lilting song that called to me.

I turn and look at you, lying beside me

and I marvel at the changes that we have

made together, at the changes within me

since I met you. You have shown me such love

that you’ve taught me to speak

the unknown language of the heart.

I can feel the pages of the book that this is written on

fluttering inside of me as I try to find the words

to tell you what you mean to me,

as I try to encapsulate the emotion you evoke in me

into one word or one phrase. I lean close to you

and whisper “I love you” and hope it will be enough.

As we prepare to take that next step in our journey,

and continue down the garden path that I saw

inside my dream, I know that making that dream

a reality is the greatest gift you could give me.

Inside myself, I hear the fluttering of pages

and the lovely lilt of song.

This poem is for Meaghan, who is a Star. 🙂

 

There is a

light that comes

from within you.

At first, I was

blinded by it,

I would look

upon you and

see only stars.

Every time you

moved, it was

like you were

conducting the Milky

Way, a thousand

stars would trail

after your fingertips.

As I got

to know you,

the stars that

made up your

light gained a

brilliance matched only

by comets as

the shine across

the sky, the

light within you

growing beyond what

the eye could

see. I would

watch as you

helped others, filling

up their life

with light. Each

time you did,

I could see

stars lingering on

their skin, stars

that would glow

with a soft,

comforting light. Soon,

the world around

you was filled

with people that

shone because of

you, whose lives

were brighter because

you were in

it. Then came

a time where

the stars that

came from you

darkened, the shine

was dulled and

the air around

you filled with

shadow. To help

you through this

shadowland, I held

out my hand

to you and

gave you some

of my light

so that you

would find your

way back to

yourself. At the

edge of the

barrier between light

and dark, I

say to you:

Never forget that

you are a

being of light,

a person of

such beauty, both

internal and external.

Never doubt for

an instant who

you are and

what you are

capable of. You

hold the world

in your hands.

Shine your light

and leave the

shadowland behind. The

world is more

beautiful because of

you.

 

“You gotta be careful when you take that mask off.”

She said.

I looked at

her and the

shadows that emanated

off of her.

I knew she

was going through

a dark time,

that she felt

the loss of

her husband as

if it were yesterday.

“What do you mean?”

I asked.

She gave me

a sage look

and said:

“People wear masks all the time. You never truly know anyone. You only know what they show you.”

I thought of

what I chose

to show the

world, what I

chose to let

others see. As

I thought about

this, I reached

up to touch

my face, to

see if I

could feel any

masks there. I

didn’t feel any

ridges or markings

that would denote

a mask. I

wondered if I

lived without one.

Later, while walking

on the sand,

the ocean filling

the air with

its music, I

looked at the

man I loved so

deeply. I could

see no mask

there. Even so,

I reached up

and touched his

face and felt

a ridge there.

I slowly pulled

the mask away

only to see

his face just

as I knew

it. He reached

up and pulled

away the mask

I wore, too.

“Do I look different?”

He shook his

head and said:

“You look just as you always do to me. Beautiful.”

It occurred to

me that maybe

there were people

we were comfortable

enough to just

be ourselves completely,

and what a

marvelous gift we

had given each other.

I took his hand

and we walked

on, letting the

masks fall away

to the sand.

This poem is for my Wonder Mom for her Birthday. Love you Wonder Mom!

 

When I think of you,

I am reminded of stars,

Stars hold magic within them,

and that magic takes form

in light, shining down

upon us from light years away.

You have always been capable

of great magic, able to mend wounds,

heal hearts or grant wishes.

Stars are wise beyond their years,

they have been helping those

that wish for wisdom

learn secrets from the skies,

teaching those that want

to learn more about the world

that surrounds them.

Stars help guide others to safety,

having guided sailors and creatures

that live within the water

to their destination on calmer seas,

and they provide light

in the darkest of times,

helping us not to feel so alone.

Though Stars are far away from us,

they remind us that

we are not alone,

that all we have to do

is look up into the sky

to be close to them,

to be reminded of their light.

You are all of this

and more, a true being

of magic and light.

As you continue to shine forth

and shine on, it is an honour

and a privilege to be graced

by your light and your love.

I can only hope to shine

as brightly as you do

so that we can fly across the sky

together.