Photo by Cristian Newman on Unsplash

These eyes are tired,
blurred with fond remembrance,
the haze of summer days
when we raced together,
fingers and hearts intertwined,
through golden stalked fields
and determined dreams.

These eyes are fading,
the substance subsiding,
changing,
nothing more to see
that has not been lovingly seen,
as we travel more slowly
into infinite direction,
the light around us
growing dim.

Oh, that I could see clearly once more
to gaze upon the soul in your eyes,
call your name
and quell the need in my heart
to touch your skin
to lie with you again,
to see and feel
the solid sureness of this life,
until soil is thrown
and we ourselves are dust.

Thank you for joining me here.

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A knock at the front door
brought me out of my morning’s search for inspiration
and into opportunity.
You were in need
and so was I.
Just at the right moment,
you were there, offering
to open my heart.
I was not looking for this magic,
but it came,
from your willingness to ask,
and my willingness to answer.
A sacred exchange,
bringing tears of joy
to us both.

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Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash

I reach out with roots underground
to stand fast and feel the sisterhood,
the realization that this is the time,
now that blood is past and life-burnished self
is smiling back in the mirror, eyes ablaze,
to come together in a mind of magic,
the spell of somnambulance broken,
our softened flesh holding wisdom and wonder
and the power of real purpose.

This is the time
when action must replace longing.

Thank you for joining me here.

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Tanya Buchko Green

musician, myofascial therapist, on my next adventure, writing to evolve, explore, unpack, connect & admire the mystery