A dream

I dreamed of her last night...

Puddles of intense curiosity
stare down at my startled eyes.
Her hair,
like curtains of silk
tickle my neck.
I become aware of a scent
vaguely familiar.
Dreams in color
splashed with olfactory splendor.
Will miracles ever cease?

A new beginning

When we love and loose, it's not just love that is lost, often we loose the courage to love again. To love is to live, but loosing love is not the end of life. With the euphoria of love should come the strength to endure the loss... and perhaps a prayer that the strength may never be tested.