Alone in my thoughts
without you
The river rose above its banks
as the rain in the night passed by
prints from night animals
and driftwood
still fresh where they lie
I remembered Your enchanting smile
and mountainous heart
distant
memories to me now
The black-capped chickadee and cardinal
as captivating to me
as fire to a cold wanderer
My heart warms with the thought of you
And I move on
Like you did
Like the still raging river
The dawn greeted our hermit
Cool it was
Wind swam through the thorny vines
Dewey shrubs
and tall tree shadow lines
I dreamed of the absentee’s return
The whisper of the path which led to me
The window held my vision
As my eyes drifted
No explanations
Sand crept into my shoes this morning
On my trek away from isolation
In the dark
The Star illuminated
My lessons
Though still dim, they tasted
Of potent potions, salt, fantasy oceans
The chapter I began today
Spoke of caution, beware
Of self-neglect – dear hermit –
Let that light be your guide
Sacred compass
I am the gift to which I bestow
To you my love
Feeding your inner glow
Only when you re-member
Stitch back
The missing pieces
Can affirmations be upheld
Rejoiced, embodied
Love increases and releases
Bless you my sprite,
Rebellious child
I’ll hold you in the dark
The light
And foster you
Wild.

It’s OK to need a nightlight
For those of us who fear darkness
There is no need to feel shame
We simply need a light to say yes
~
A blackout robs even perfect vision
Disorients, distorts reality
We feel deeply, everyone and everything
But inside it is murky, so to the light we flee
~
Violent hands have stolen Me
My sense of peace and security
Through a keyhole I peer
Into a luminous world, perceived normalcy
~
When you are silent, to one like me
It lets the monster out from under the bed
From the closet, from under the covers
In through the windows, crazy fantasies of dread
~
When you give the gift of some notion
Musical notes from your far off song
When you sing the chorus after my verse
Somehow the star shows me where I belong
~
Until I can learn the uncrossing spell
Which lights me from my inside
Please give me something, a match, a blaze
To quell this Jekyll and Hyde


I am forgiven, myself, forgiving myself
For some things take longer to accomplish than the patience within me allows
My judgement is suspended for I said I’d write a poem a day.
The last one was 2 days ago and I refuse to feel remorse.
A while ago I would have riddled myself with guilt and poured on feelings of inadequacy,
but because I’ve given myself room to be imperfect,
my imperfections feel more right, they are okay, they make me smile versus frown.
My dreams realized may be just the life I live – in the moments where I forgive.
Thank you Dearest Bill for always reminding me of Coyote magic and the power of counting to 10, the strength in being what is, the love in living love and acceptance of the day as it passes and becomes another day. I have thought of you so much in the past few days and I feel as if your passing was what was supposed to happen and that you were smiling all the way into the next form you’ve taken, whatever that is. Your energy lives on in so many people as the healer and the figure of inspiration. I miss you today and send your spirit my thanks and blessings.
anita lorraine moore 