Poetic Doses

(For Minnie.  Happy birthday, Mommy! My oracle, my kindred soul ... my life was blessed the moment you were born.  I love you!)

The Wanderer

By:  Lang Leav

What is she like?

                I am told ---

                she is a

                melancholy soul.

She is like

                the sun to night;

                a momentary gold.

A star when dimmed

                by dawning light;

                the flicker of

                a candle blown.

A lonely kite

                lost in flight ---

                someone once

                had flown.

My Oracle

You come always

In the deepest of nights

Quietly

Gently

With hardly a show

A mere breath

A singular line

Wisdom

All at once

Thought-provoking

Heart-warming

Heartbreaking

Then leave

As suddenly as you came

A rogue wind

Unsettling

I am lost

I am found

I am loved

I love ... always.