When Morning Comes

When Morning Comes

       

When morning came...

It was cold and alone

I searched for home
And found none.

In the afternoon...
It began to thaw
I found a pathway
And followed.

By evening...
The sun was setting, but it was warmed
The answer beckoned
And I was home.

It's not enough to be afraid to lose it.
You need to feel it
You need dream it
You need to speak it
You need to live it
When morning comes.
                                    ~P. Beckett

Wild & Fair

Wild & Fair

       

I missed a love that was as wild and reckless

as Autumn's wind stripping the trees bare.

And only a skeleton remains.

I sought a love that was as wild and lost

as the blinding snow storm in Winter leading astray.

And cloaks the familiar surroundings.

I needed a love that was as wild and sure

as the churning river bursting its banks in the Spring.

And carves new paths that are meaningful and beautiful.

I found a love that is as wild and fair

as Summer's fires setting the forests ablaze.

And burns long into the night.
                                                                 ~P. Beckett

"Be My Valentine"