2005

Between Our Hearts

From my heart to your heart
There runs a silken line.
It doesn't show, but we both know
A little tug is fine.

That tug we feel between us
Is like an open door,
Where we have been and love comes in,
That's what the line is for.

So when I need you near me,
Or when your heart is full,
I look to see, you look at me,
And give a little pull.

And now I'm never lonely,
And every frown departs.
It isn't long, but it's so strong,
This line between our hearts.


All Our Days

Ever since the day we chanced to meet,
And you became a treasured friend of mine,
All the days I spend with you are sweet,
All the nights I'm with you are divine.

How sweet it is to know you're always there
For making memories, and while we do,
How wonderful, when I am so aware
The best of mine are those I made with you.

Ever since the day we realized
That friendship turns to love in quiet ways,
The day I looked and wasn't too surprised,
I've treasured more than ever all our days.


The Good Things

They used to write beautiful love songs.
They used to prefer a slow dance.
There used to be wonderful stories,
Where love wasn't taking a chance.

There used to be quiet in evening,
And grandfather clocks softly chimed.
There used to be diaries with secrets,
And poetry, lovely and rhymed.

Where had it gone? how I wondered,
As life became noisy and rude.
I used to think how I was missing
The softness, the beauty, the mood.

But then I found out it was hiding.
It was there, but I just couldn't see,
Till I fell in love with my sweetheart,
Who brought all the good things to me.

2004

A Life of Days

On a sunny Sunday, I considered what I've got.
A loving home, the softest beds, I really have a lot.
I get the best of food and care, I'm pampered as can be,
They made this sunny Sunday just for me.

On a rainy Monday, when it's dripping dismal grey,
I crawl into my meowmie's lap and stay for half the day.
If ever I need comforting, her arms are what I see.
They gave a meowmie full of love to me.

On a Tuesday, when I slept right through the afternoon,
I'm greeted by an evening sky, a big and bright full moon.
As if I had the slightest doubt of my tranquility,
They hung that full moon up there just for me.

On a Wednesday in the middle of an April week,
I realize how every day is special and unique.
And isn't it a wonder how they follow merrily,
Always bringing something good for me.

On a Thursday morning somehow lacking in delight,
I wake and reminisce about my dreams throught the night.
I've had a long and happy life, my dream's the memory.
The morning smiles contentment just for me.

On a shady Friday, when the breeze blows in the door,
I lift my face in welcome, cause that's what the breeze is for.
And I reflect upon my life, so long and fine and free,
It blew a lot of happiness to me.

When Saturday arrives again, another week is done,
And I've appreciated all the days, yes, every one.
My home, my mom, my loved ones are as precious as can be;
They made a perfect life, and just for me.

(written 04-04-04 on her 18th birthday)

Shining Autumn Days

Bright lovely colors
I'll see out the window,
The reds of my fur will be shining on trees.
Crispy cooler days
I'll feel in the morning,
Like I've been waiting for, borne on a breeze.

I see it coming,
The year getting older,
Gathering brightness the way that it should.
This is my time,
This wisdom and wonder
Lay on me shining, like everything good.

Sun streaming down
In warm golden ribbons,
Kissing the treetops with colorful haze,
Love piling up
In tall golden mountains,
Like it's been doing for all of my days.

In my long life
I've seen many Autumns,
All of them welcome, enchanting me so.
When life is done,
I hope it's like Autumn,
Orange, red and golden wherever I go.

October 2004