twoblueviolets

Cracked pavement tells the story that time refuses to forget. 

And while tree roots weave their way underneath the ashen pavement, 

Time is dripping away from me. 

I hate the fact that so many people make assumptions.

About me.

The “fact” that because I have hearing aids means that I am deaf.

It didn’t occur to me, not on the first day, or the second

* * *

If you asked me to describe the job 

I’ve never been religious much —

My Faith is in the trees.

The sort of Lord I worship flies among the Bumblebees.

And my idea of Heaven is buried ‘neath Her leaves —

Have you ever met someone who truly feels like your other half? Who completes you? Not even romantically, I mean even a friend who mirrors your soul, reflecting back the sweetest parts. Well, I met one of these people last spring.

Diwali has come, sparkling all around

I am not upset anymore, as my relatives are here to surround

I gaze upon the lamp’s gleaming glow

Oh what a sight! What a wonderful show!