Rain

The smell of rain on Tuesday

Its dampness on my face

Somehow it’s always special

Offsetting this monotonous race

Each day so very similar

We breathe, we watch, we talk

Preserving someone else’s future

With our ever-slowing walk

Be mindful of the details

The kindness in our touch

For those who are beside us

With true hearts, we love so much

LH

9/29/15

Harry

Daniel Radcliffe made her money

My message remains unheard

Combat boots and typewriters

Make it all seem absurd

Quiet is tomorrow

Though all still run around

No purpose and no sorrow

Truth no longer has a sound

Caring for only nothing

While lying to ourselves

Trading us for Jesus

To store our love upon our shelves

LH

3-20-15

Shoes

Footprints on my joy

That lead into your room

As it pants for air

You insure its doom

Whelps on my peace

Tied to your definitions

Your emotions are the whip

Stealing all of my ambition

A sliver of light on my hope

Opportunity a fleeting breeze

Grabbing it without a thought

Desire to just get off my knees

A smile on my tomorrow

As the door is open wide

Each step a sheer delight

My future in each stride

LH

1/23/15

Glow

Lost in fifteen minutes

Caressing vintage with my toes

Sharing a second in infinity

None can conceive or know

Hair draping in the light

Looking at her lovely face

The lust of the flesh

The love in her grace

Wishing for power to stop

Wanting to please the most

Desire to save two lives

Chasing forever’s ghost

LH

12/15/14

The Walk

Pine cones in a mason jar

Can aptly define who we are

It is that which we see

That tells the story of you and me

Hands held tight for miles

Exchanging looks and sheepish smiles

It is what we two do

That tells the story of me and you

LH

12/2/14

Waste

Tearing down the walls

That keep us blind

Roaming at will

No longer falling behind

Vision our new teacher

Freedom from fiction

Knowing now true love

Not a labeled contradiction

LH

11/12/14

Sunday

My ADD is making me old
It's also making my coffee cold
Without my OCD, a friend once said,
My ADD would surely make me dead
A friend is my impulsivity
Adventures in simplicity
Some argue for the need to heal
While I live every day to feel
Amazement in minute antiquity
Or some heartfelt soliloquy
Gentle breezes and skies of blue
And a heart full of the magic that is you

LH
10/19/14