Lugh’s Garden

Old toys, no longer played with,
Set aside to gather dust,
What a blessing, they don’t feel
Rejection’s pain.
With button eyes gone missing,
Painted smiles all scuffed and worn,
And decorations faded,
With tear stains.

Once held with real affection,
Bringing happiness and joy,
Or solace in those times
When you were sad.
Now all they do is sit there,
In a closet, or a box,
Remembering the good times
They once had.

Still, something in their make-up,
In the way you held them close,
And whispered little secrets,
In their ears,
Brought life to wood and velvet,
Gave them personalities,
That shared your happy times, and
All your fears.

Now, old toys sit and wonder,
(The forgotten sometimes do),
If they’ll soon be invited
To your games,
But new joys keep you busy,
And new loves fill your life,
It won’t be long ‘til you
Forget their names.

There was a time,
When words flowed between us,
Like the eddies in a brook,
Swirling ‘round the rocks
In our stream of consciousness,
Picking up bits of mental flotsam,
And carrying them to
Each other,
Like little gifts of love.

There was a time,
When we invented words,
To describe feelings that were
Too new to have descriptions,
Or even names,
But, in our hearts,
We knew what they meant.

There was a time,
When it only took your sigh,
To tell me that you were
Sending me the love of
A lifetime,
And I could say thank you
With just a smile.

But that was a time,
Long ago,
And all I have left are
The echoes of those words,
And the worn out phrases,
That look like, “I love you”,
But sound like a muffled bell,
A voice, fading slowly away,
Into the growing mist.

Tell me once again,
That you still welcome my love,
That it means something
To hold my heart in your heart,
And my soul within your soul.

Tell me once again,
That I bring joy to your life,
That the things I do
Still touch something within you,
Something that still makes you smile.

Tell me once again,
How your caress will warm me,
Your kisses thrill me,
As you hold me close enough
For our hearts to beat as one.

Or tell me that my
Love is a forgotten dream,
Dissolved in the mist,
Melted into the new day,
That you have chosen to live.

Tell me if you can,
That my love is not in vain,
That my constant wish
To hear you say, I love you,
Is not wasted, once again.

Love notes and flowers,
Passing back and forth
In the ether,
Not a lot to hold on to,
But so, so much better than
Nothing.

Dreams become my reality,
Floating between wakefulness, and
Sleep,
Savoring the sensation of that
Last touch, that
Last kiss.
Knowing the dream will be
All I get in this life.
I fear dying, not for the death,
But for a need to hold on,
So we can start our next life
Together.

Mountains, rivers, miles, and years,
Encompassed by a love
That knows no boundaries,
A love that ignores,
All that keeps it confined to
Love notes, and flowers.

It’s odd, isn’t it,
How two minds connect,
Across time and space?
Even when no words are spoken,
Even when eyes have never met,
Hearts and minds entwine.

It’s odd, isn’t it,
How you know what I want,
Before I even want it,
How you feel the need
Growing inside of me,
And answer that desire?

It’s even odder still,
How the little things we do,
Touch each other’s lives,
In ways, sometimes gentle,
Sometimes with a rush of passion,
Like a climax you didn’t see coming.

No, perhaps it isn’t odd,
Perhaps it should be expected,
When two minds share one soul,
And two hearts, filled to
Overflowing, with love,
Find peace within that soul.