Last Dream

Sleet began to fall
still mixed with rain
dark barely eased by the streetlights above.
Her threadbare coat
nearly soaked through
the chill reaching in to her bones.

The bench near the pines
out of the wind
the only shelter from the coming storm.
They sat together
husband and wife
this bench their rest for the night.

The shelters were full
the underpass
not a welcoming place for them tonight.
Their home long ago
taken for owed
taxes and sold to the highest bidder.

They sat on that bench
in those shadows
the cold and wet chilling to the bone.
He gave up his coat
to her, his love
then a tarp to keep under from the rain.

The temperature dropped
and darkness grew
she fell into a dream-full sleep.
They walked together
her hand in his
on the warm beach thirty years ago.

In each others arms
she in her peace
as he drifted into his new beginning.
Forever parted now
could she go on
as she dreams for the morning grace?

A dream that was relayed to me from My One and I must say she has some interesting ones. I diverged from my path of posting positive words in order to pass this along.

Posted at Poets and Storytellers United: Writers’ Pantry #26: “You can make anything by writing”

Red Amaryllis

Closeup of My One's Amaryllis

My One's Amaryllis
in southern window light
for all the world to see
beyond just black and white.

The beauty of the petals
if they would only see
the whispers of the light
and life that it could be.

I believe in deep reflection
of how life ought to be
the hope that she believes in
if only they could see.

Once again the Amaryllis
blooms on the window sill
to bring a little color
to the lives we have still.

The picture is a bit overwhelming but so are the flowers at nearly 10 inches (25cm). A new amaryllis arrives each Christmastime via a friend of My One and we enjoy new blooms for months. The window sill seems like the ideal place for flowers in the wintertime and early spring when we can't wait for summer's colors.

Linked to Poets and Storytellers United: Writers' Pantry #12: You Gotta Know When to Hold 'Em

My One #32

New Year but this is not the same
for out of the depths she called my name
raised me up to purge those demons
and cried those tears for me
for us
I trust My One forever
and then for one day more
for I hope to be with the only one
who never rejected me
My One
For I cannot be who I am
what I strive to be without her
She saved me from myself
that drowning soul that was me
back then
As now I can stand this day
at the crest of the morning hill
all I see is still nothing
without My One

I am the most fortunate and undeserving soul to have found My One. I don't know where I would be or if I would still be on earth, if it wasn't for My One.

Linked to Poets and Storytellers United: Writers’ Pantry #11: Words Can Be Rather Nutritious