A bubble made of glass and rainwater can hold a world unlike the world has ever seen. A place where time no longer exists and peace and happiness are a blissful consequence of being inside.

The world contains far too much madness. I now just want the world to leave me alone so I can enjoy my coffee in peace… sitting in a darkened corner and reliving memories of walking through the streets of Paris thinking about Place de Clichy and tales of Josephine Baker.

A magical connection through time and space with a vibration that resonates to the heavens. Could anything be more beautiful?

Life can be a struggle. Like Sisyphus pushing the boulder up the mountain, the challenges in life never stop … the key, I believe, is to always look for the beauty even when the journey seems impossible.

There is an older couple who walk to the beat of a different drum. They live in a place where the entire world is a magic trick and no one ever told them the magic was supposed to end. They collect and capture things for living room shelf … including sea shells and fireflies and the best memories you could ever hope to find.

Some people live with a facade they project to the world and keep hidden secrets that they take with them to their graves. It’s such an odd way to live but astonishing what they take with them when they finally leave for good.

The graveyard is its own little city, filled with all kinds of people at all different ages. I find graveyards so beautiful and peaceful and quiet. I’m fascinated by the stories each person has and what it was that led them to this final resting spot. I love reading tombstones and feel a certain kinship when I spot my name or date of birth. I feel I’m among friends there, even if I don’t know them … and I know each one of them is privy to something that us, the living, have to wait to find out.

Somethings are beyond beautiful and come to fruition in the most wonderful place. A place where dreams come true and though the door is locked, you have the only key made up of memories and the smell from her sweater

This poem is about love. A love that can only be sent to the one who holds the key to your heart. Patience, determination and understanding that your aim is true and though the sack may get heavy … it carries all my love for you.

Two poems this evening about connecting with a soul in a deep and meaningful way. In reality, in dreams, in life and in death.