The hush is on me

I am sort of entering a place (an online place) through a side entrance because there are people I care about. I must admit that one odd side effect of computer communications is this incredible caring about people one has never seen and might never meet, but really come to mean something to one. This one, anyway. Then there are … ohhhhh I’m tired. And achy. I’m about to go soak me in a very warm bath. It was 75 degrees here today. The trees and plants and I are all very, very confused.

The hush is on me

Sometimes
there is a simple wondering
how did so specific a want arise
in this me who once embraced
the unimportance of my will

Whence this complicated and wondrous discovery
her open hand so beautiful that I hold tight to it
find my hope growing toward her heart
like a young plant toward the sunlight
feeling sometimes strength that swears
it could move the Earth
for a whisper of affirmation

Now comes the unaccustomed practice
of loosening my own needy grasp
even as everything I am
with one accord and with no doubt
would in this knowledge of the rightness
by her side
run there

Today I remember
that words and hopes
ephemera
are perhaps the finest gift I have to offer
so I lay them at her feet
seeking what is needful
and the ability to do

DragonKat

November 1, 2003

You amaze me sometimes.

Indian Summer for sure!!! Here AND there! :o)

Sweet dreams poet 🙂

Huggles before you snuggle *smiles*

Armiel

You are one of those that have come to mean a great deal to me. 🙂 {{{C}}}

Gilraen Tinehtele

beautiful again my friend. we are to have a flashback to summer weather starting tomorrow. im begining to wonder if we’ll have a “green” christmas!

I got told something from a friend who found something out about *D.a.v.e.* it’s very interesting to say the least… I’ll just tell you one thing.. He likes music (LOTS OF IT)

my silly favourites list is playing halloween tricks on me… ack! *hugs* love you dear friend

And what a beautiful gift you give : )

noko

November 2, 2003

It is astonishing to me sometimes how much I’ve grown to care about people not quite met here.

it is so true. we read each others diaries. never meet. and yet, we care about each other very much. i know i care about you. *big hugs*

Torin

November 5, 2003

“Then there are … ohhhhh I’m tired.” ?? With a grin…