Necklace (a poem)

Necklace

written March 14th, 2011

There is a necklace

Resting on my collarbone

You may think nothing of it

This little chip of seaglass

Dangling on a silver chain

But if you look closer

Every time I pass

You'll see my choice in jewelry remains the same

There are no diamonds

No sparkling gem

Lighting up this simple pendant

So why then

Is it so special

It's the meaning on which its worth is dependant

Inside that little shard of smooth glass

Is that soul, the essence, of something beautiful

A miracle

The Soldier's Sleeping Beauty (a poem)

The Soldier's Sleeping Beauty

There was once a girl,
There was once a lad
She was his whole world
She loved him with everything she had

She counted every kiss
That he planted on her sweet lips
And when he was gone
Oh how she would miss
His careful touch
On her skin that she loved so much
The way he'd brush back her hair
And how into her eyes he'd stare

Saying farewell was the worst for him
When the bus came to take him away again
The flood of tears in her eyes
As he held her tight and whispered goodbye
He'd kiss her so deep
And cling to the memory as he lay up late in his bunk
Holding her picture as he quietly weeped