They walk down the street-
faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me.
Little eyes looking up at them;
unknowingly relying upon their presence.

We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another.
To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck
and the soundness of sleep upon my breast
is no more than a mystery.

Time does not cure all wounds of the heart
when the soul remains unfulfilled.
My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why
I am on a path that no longer fits my feet?

Like a flower awaiting spring so it can burst forth
with all its splendor, color and life
so lies my love- dormant within the depths of my heart
yearning to burst forth and be poured upon another.

I push my carriage on the
sidewalks of life and peer into it;
hoping to see love gazing up into my eyes;
unconditional, pure, beautiful and magical-
only to find the carriage empty.
© Ellen M. DuBois

Minnie

Oh dear what can the matter be?
April 5, 2010
Bed in Summer
May 14, 2010
Oh dear what can the matter be?
April 5, 2010
Bed in Summer
May 14, 2010