Lotus

She lay upon her bed, curled up, slowing unfurling like the petals of the lotus rising from the muddy waters of all the past hurts and sins His love in contrast was the sun’s rays kissing her edges, inviting her to open herself fully to him Dirty, sinful drops slipping harmlessly away, not a trace…

Beach Reverie (to leap and fly)

Eagles are wheeling and turning Circling just off the cliff’s edge An occasional screech and On they continue A pair or seagulls harasses one And the raptor relents flies off We think of those birds as superior When the littler ones seem to win Every time Oh to have those wings To fly, cool breeze…