Bella

Bella

My charge for the week.

She keeps me honest.

I enjoy our time together.

May 12th, 2013 Refrain of Mama

Wear my mother's pancho and rule the world.

She speaks as I dig in the soil and smell spring.

Layers of distance show the way.

 Practiced at solitude and quiet work, health returns. 

The sheets are clean and happiness washes

over winter dirt of tears.

Tenderness hides in folds of

love as I smile resolutely in a stance of

integrity with wild cards. 

I live in her skin. She's gone, 

but the connection is strong. Her words

pleasure or painful, made my mother's voice

echo in my head. She loves me.

I Fly

I fly

Wings lift me

High

May 5th, 2013

We be dancing.

At The Fais Do Do.

Music fills the air.

I am hurting no mo.

Lessoned learned

and the sun will shine.

The muddy swamp

has cleared my mind.

Take the words 

of love to heart.

I ride my two wheeler

toward a fresh start.