parallel universe

let us all go

to a parallel universe

where all is good

what matters?

It’s not always about physicality

Love entails togetherness

Even when we are worlds apart

We are there for each other

That’s what matters…

isn’t it my love?

I am a woman

I bear the fruit

But

I am also the tree

That gives the shade

I am

A woman

unseen…unfelt

the moon is the same

so are the skies

and the sun

but

you are gone

or

are you still there

unseen… unfelt

afterlife

if we could

leave this world together

I wouldn’t mind

leaving today

and make our own little world

in another universe

wormhole

lazing in the shadows

of the cedar tree

the cool mountain air

and the sun dappled parasol

a perfect moment in time

and

I wish for a wormhole

to travel back

into time

to a similar moment

with a younger me

snuggling in my mother’s lap

and dreaming

what the future will hold

Lost poetry

“where did you go?”

I asked my poetry

“you went…

in the search of greener pastures ”

she replied…

My birthright

I beseech,

I implore thee

you may not

treat me like a queen

but

the wish to be respected

as a human

is my birthright

glow in their house

there is always a glow

in somebody else’s house

looking from the outside

but

you cannot imagine

your house

to have the same luminosity

when others

view you in your home

so

It always is not true

what glitters…

is not always heaven

stranger

we loved each other

it was our world

but

I don’t know when

you

became a stranger

and

our lives changed