Zinnias and Butterflies

i remember fields of zinnias in every hue,
upon them danced weightless butterflies.
But i don't remember ever saying
i loved you.

i remember moonlit nights,
where lemon blossoms filled the air
making us dream of exotic places.
But i don't remember ever saying i loved you.

i remember picking flowers from your garden
to tell you goodbye,
as you left never to return.
But i don't remember ever saying i loved you.

Some say i'll see again, but logic tells me otherwise.
i never told you i loved you, but i think
you knew that i did.

And if i never see you again
i will always have the fields of zinnias and
the dancing butterflies that you left for me.

Looking for God

In a crumbling world where hate rules over love,
I stood alone shouting in anger;
"Where are you, God, why can't i hear you?"
But all i heard was a distant symphony of songbirds.

In my anguish i cried;
" Look at all this suffering. Have you not heard the weeping?
Why can't you help the weak?"
As i lifted my arms in protest,
all i saw were my own trembling hands.

" Where are you God?" I demanded, biting my lip in frustration
as bitter tears welled up in my eyes.
Then, i caught a glimpse of a smiling child,
whom i continued to watch until
she became a silhouette against a gold and magenta sunset.

inner peace

i looked for you in a moonlit night,
where shadows danced and eerie sounds
bounced off hollow trees.
But you were not there.

i looked for you in the morning light,
where dew drops covered a lavender field of clover
and spider webs sparkled in the glow.
But you were not there.

i looked for you in my bedroom,
where an unmade bed speaks of restless,
sleepless nights and fading dreams.
But you were not there.

i sit on the edge of a precipice
and as i look down at my dangling legs,
i see darkness, despair and uncertainty.
Looking up i see a vastness of infinite possibilities.

i wish that i could fly,
but my body is weak and heavy and
my wings are non-existent.