The sun

I knew you, when the sun was brighter and warmer. I would bask in your light, as you shined, illuminating our home. You were brilliant! You were beautiful! You were amazing! You were my sun and I was your sunshine. These things cannot last long - they never do. I can't remember why you faded. I don't remember how or when. I do know that there is still a light inside of you - behind the pain. I remember you, shining like the sun. I remember sitting at your feet and dreaming of being everything that you were - then. I remember praying for your beauty to be passed down to me. I loved you like a flower loves the sun - following you, drinking you into me, growing off of your energy. But when a sun dies, it becomes a black-hole. I was sucked in. I was crushed. When you blackened, I lost my sun - not my love. Now I pray that I can shine upon you. I dream that we could shine together - for I love you - now and always, my sun.

"Peace"

Perfect love
Energizing my soul
A beautiful moment
Creating memories
Enjoying every day

"Memories 2.0"

there is a pulse
a beat
in my memories
images flash in my mind
smells and feelings rise up
into the mix
another flash
a face
a place
an object

frozen in time
i can almost touch it
taste it
hear it
the fog of forgetfulness
starts to seep
away my memories
faded like old pictures
but i will hold on

"Memories"

If I just close my eyes I can go anywhere
  drifting back to when things where so much easier
simply living and not worrying about how to think
there is a certain pulse, a beat that comes though with these memories
  smells and feeling that drift up to the surface
its hard to be there in my mind because I start to think
if I can push the thoughts down and just live again in the memory
  I can be there
   anywhere I want to be
immersed in being what I was
  innocent, happy, free and hopeful
memories are tricky
  when happy moments suddenly make you sad
they are only memories
how life was at one time
how I was at one time
  I must hold on to the feelings that flood in with these freshly squeezed memories
when I was innocent, happy, free and hopeful
I can see myself, as if watching a home movie
  but mostly I see things just the way they were
untouched by time, by progress
   if I dive deep into my memories, I can feel the fabric of my life
I can feel my surrounding, smell the air, hear the sounds, see the history
I can be in that moment once again
   when I really push myself, I can get lost in my memories
I can get lost and really feel things again
  really experience things again, the way that I want to remember them
  memories: flexible, pliable, and willing to be molded
taking me anywhere

"Little boxes"

Little boxes on the shelf at the top of my closet
Holding my secrets Holding my memories
My life has come down to
pictures, papers, and trinkets
in little cardboard coffins
My memories go to die
in little boxes on a shelf at the top of my closet

"Bells"

Sweet bells ring.
Singing the song
  of a long lost memory.
Sing sweet bells, sing.

"Haiku 102" (aka Buttercups)

Tiny buttercups
Burst of sunshine in the grass
Warms my memory