When We Are Ready

All too often we hold on to the vain imaginings of "What Might Have Been".  Long after the relationship is over and the love is gone (not to mention the lover), we hold on.  It's a painful process that takes time, tears, and the generosity of spirit from like-minded friends. Here I pay homage to the process of "letting go" as it were..something none of can do until we are ready.





When we are ready

We release hopes of

What we believed

Might be our

Happily Ever Afters

We open our eyes

To the light of the real world

And wake to a dawn

Without benefit of a charmed kiss

When we are ready

We break the spell ourselves

We click our heels together

Three times

Wearing sensible shoes

Because Ruby slippers won't do

In a world without enchanted frogs

And knightless nights

Sound the battle cry!

Light the fires

Hoist the banner

Move out to battle

We who are Champions

When we are ready

Por Que (for Enrique)

He looks in my eyes
Then asks, “Why?”
Why him? Why now?
What is the fascination?
This “Why?”
On the heels of being called Beautiful
With no expectation
No promise
‘Save the companionship
Of two like minded souls
Why?
When he has opened a window
Allowed the unsullied breeze to
Drift in
And the sun
Whose rays warm those frosted
Forlorn corners
And bring light to
That which was only in shadow.
Why?
He opened the door
And gave entry to Serenades
Of passion, wit
And wonder.
Honored my lineage with song.
Is there a “Why” in these actions?
No… There is simply the compassion and comfort
Fidelity
Found in a true friend.
Why, in deed.