My Solace

YOUR SOLACE
I saw your broken heart today
Weary it was in your eyes
So lost I’ve never seen you look
And lost here I simply lie.
I want to be your solace
Your refuge from this pain
Not to fix or change you, but remain.
You’re love, your life, your way.
For what you need to mend
Thought not so complex I cannot provide
I have this soft touch to offer
A barrier through these cold nights.
I want to be your solace
Your refuge from this pain
Not to fix or change you, but remain.
You’re love, your life, your way.
I reach into your every worry. I savor each of your woes
With no judgment passed or grudge held
I urge you to let me go.
So that I can be your solace
We’ll have refuge from such pain
Together we have triumphed…we remain.
A love, a life, a way.

--Diva

Not In Death

It is not in the death
I steep
But the care of the living,
those who need.
Each soul a heavy burden laid
Upon this earth.....light on the grave.
It is not peace upon one's face
when souls release that body's space

Just emptiness.
Void and still
No. No peace. Merely an empty shell.

No longer a worry or a care.
Their full vessel
empty shell
not here.

Quickly the heavy laden needs
Come from the gut of earthbound seeds.
Still sprouting, growing, speaking to life.
Needing and wanting their shells just right.

Can I not pass those outstretched arms?
Those palms turned up in sorrows song.
It is not to the grave they pull me to
Open
silent
mouths of death ensue.
The pulling, pushing
to the ground
are the souls kept here

I hear every sound.


Diva

By No Other Name

Warmth lapping across my face
Not furnace hot, now August late
The cool water, my limbs encased
Breezes blowing the leaves and brush

I have no memory of this peace
No constant highway fills my mind
I cannot recall this mental ease
Quiet has not been a friend of mine

This day of Indian Summer skies
unfamiliar , relaxed, my body is
No hidden agendas, half truth or lies
Simplicity still remains a twist

Among my quickened pattered heart
Laid upon the bare shelf in my brain
Tucked away, gathering dusty art
Is bliss, by no other name.

--Diva