the day before

drifting
with sand between my toes
reminds me of good times...
while floating,
bobbing along on this dreamy cloudlessness
takes me back, for sure..
throttling forward,
maybe in between the pockets of waterholes
there is a message...
hidden.

festive blues

i stood near your grave the other day
it felt empty
your name is fading on the cross
we had no words to say
because the pain is still so loud in our hearts

i stood in your room
it felt cold
i couldn't imagine you in it
we had no words to say
because the pain is still so loud in our hearts

i carry you with me
as we near our favourite family time of the year
it will be hard, i can already see it
we will have no words to say
about your obvious physical absence amongst us
but we will hold on to the fact that your spirit will be around us...