Gratitude and grace
are demure sisters 
who walk together 
hand in hand 
to and fro
room to room
garden to orchard
making their way
through daily blessings 
and affirmations bliss 

Light’s not supposed 
to be so
bright to blind
the best light 
looks but doesn’t 
see the dark
is the one 
that looks for 
the homes mark 
and goes there

Just something 
to say
and not 
to remember 
like so
many things 
are nowadays 

Music inspires me 
it takes me 
to and fro 
sometimes like a
toy tossed between 
sometimes a whisper 
heard between rooms
it brings back 
tastes and flavors 
and aromas and 
fragrances that hang
out of reach

I’ve come to learn 
that haunting isn’t bad 
it’s a being of
having once beautifully been 
just like those empty 
glasses that you see
the morning after with 
lipstick and finger prints 
and you feel that 
warm mixture of misty