I stay and watch the tiny ripples of waves,
Like dazzling diamonds upon the water's surface.
Life's sounds surround me.
I tune out all but the scent of the bay.
Not a busy day here today,
A few fisherman, a blue heron, and me.
Leaving me to my nagging thoughts,
The view, and my restless breath.
The sun shines upon my face.
I'm so happy to feel its warmth again.
A touch of warmth I can't seem to find
We've become a world of apathy.
Afraid to touch.
Scared to feel.
Too busy to make the effort.
Or is it just timing?
Has that time passed me by?
Do we reach an age where we are unlovable?
Alone, because we would not settle for less.
Maybe it's my restless heart.
It's become too hard to tame.
Needing too much stimulation,
To keep up with my racing brain.
Then the everlasting wanderlust.
Searching, always searching.
Coming close, but not quite finding
The arms that feel like home.
Thoughts become words.
Words become actions.
Till we are too tired to think,
Let alone feel
Another NightWe know each other a while,
Yet timing was not right.
I like making you smile,
Like I did the other night.
Unburden yourself on me,
With stories we both shared.
For a while, we set it free,
With someone who cared.
Uncertainty and newness,
Always a challenge at first.
Maybe finding happiness,
In dreams that won't burst.
Others invading our space,
Their motives not quite true.
Yet we kept a smile on our face,
Like the secret we both knew.
Let's explore all our potential.
Together we'll make the climb.
Keeping simply to the essential.
Not rushed, we will take our time.
With you, I feel comfort not strange.
Your arms around me feel right.
I left feeling happy for a change,
And just wanting another night.
So while you are hard at work,
I hope that it's me you miss.
But next time, pull me closer,
And let me taste your kiss.
©2016 Carol Gregoire
Final Bow (A Tribute to David Bowie)The man who fell to earth,
Two days ago celebrated birth.
Now today, your time to leave.
We, who love you, left to grieve.
You are truly one of the greats.
A velvet voice with gentle traits.
You, a leader of the evolution,
Though some say a revolution.
A harlequin, a spaceman,
A poet, and a gentleman.
A true icon in art and fashion,
But music was your passion.
Many melodies and genres tried.
We, your fans, along for the ride.
So fabulous through this labyrinth of life.
We send you off with a drum and fife.
Today, you take your final bow.
Your legacy lives, as you rest now.
Your songs play loud, as you travel afar,
Riding out now on a shining black star.
©2016 Carol Gregoire
ShineIt's dark outside.
The moon shines bright.
The stars cannot hide,
In the sky tonight.
Away from the city,
Things are at peace.
The night is so pretty.
Day's actions cease.
Things may shimmer,
But not all are gold.
Let thoughts simmer,
To let truths be told.
Now barely a thought,
There's no need to rush.
Things to do are naught,
In this calm, quiet hush.
A breath my only thing,
So I glance at the moon.
It resembles a swing,
When shaped like a lune.
Lift me up high,
Delight in mine eyne.
Amidst stars in the sky,
So like them, I can shine.
©2015 Carol Gregoire
Winter's LaceSkies have turned to a pale, winter grey,
A bitter cold frost now hangs in the air.
On sleds and toboggans, little ones play,
Sliding downhill with the wind in their hair.
People scurry in malls to find the perfect gift,
To surprise their loved ones under the tree.
Windows decorated, for holiday spirits they lift.
Yet the best of all gifts is to spend time with me.
With family visits and good friends at our door,
We share fun times and memories of those we lost.
Lingering at food feasts till we cannot eat more,
Tomorrow we will worry about calories and cost.
The solstice now upon us darkens our way,
Time to look inward and shed what has broken.
Nights are now longer, while shorter is our day.
Our plans to share aloud into the universe spoken.
At night, there's a sense of calmness and grace.
Quiet beauty and peace spread over the view.
Bare black trees are covered in winter's lace,
While the ground shimmers in crystals of dew.
For here in this wonderland, we find our present.