Poems and Dreams

Poems and dreams

Poems are my dreams and dreams are my poems.  The creative process of poetry challenges me in so many ways and on so many levels.  It asks questions of me and I don’t always have the answers.  Poems flow from single words, thoughts and ideas before sealing their fate on the paper.  They express and they refine who I am and the journeys I take as I make sense of this world in which I Iive.  This poem came to me in a flood and those moments are rare, but sacred.  Someone used the word hover and I thought that is what I do, all the time.  I hover so squeeze the most out of moments in my life.  Whether filled with joy or sadness, they are all precious to me and if I hover they stay with me forever.  In time my poetry voice finds them and the moments start to sing once again. 

I lost my father many years ago and I have not been able to find the words.  Today I found them….

I like to hover…

I like to hover, just for a while.  In that while I see more than if I had just left.  I see your reaction and I see your smile.  I like to hover.

I like to hover, just for a while.  I can start to understand the pain that curls up deep inside.  I feel your pain.  I like to hover.

I like to hover, just for a while.  I know your soul that seeks a new home where all is quiet.  I see your soul.  I like to hover.

I like to hover, just for a while.  I need to celebrate and let you break free from the ties that bind.  I release your ties.  I like to hover.

I like to hover, just for a while.  I want to hold you and wrap you up so very tight.  I cuddle you in my heart.  I like to hover.

I like to hover, just for a while.  I see your freedom as it squeezes through the door.  I open the door and let it in.  I like to hover.

I like to hover, just for a while.  I sense the ending as the light begins to fade.  I draw the curtains so very tight.  I like to hover.

I like to hover, just for a while.  I prepare myself for your departure and shed a tear.  I wipe those tears and say goodbye.  I like to hover.

I like to hover, just for a while.  I kiss the air that you once breathed in falling moments.  I gently dim and begin to fade.  I like to hover.

I always hover, just for a while.  I can see your spirit and my soul embrace one final time.  I close the door so very quietly.  I like to hover.