evening air

heavily pregnant

with the sweet smell of




Christmas lights

breaking the still dark

ominously waiting

for release.


He was here

as I open my eyes

and the cool morning breeze

tease goosebumps

on my warm sleepy skin

I know,

he was here.

My angel,

was here

keeping a watchful eye

on me.

His presence


by the sparkling shimmer

in the air.

He is a religious man. For that reason and that reason alone, I need him more, than he will ever now. I need my hopes, grounded, in faith. I need a mentor, to help me believe. I choose to live in love, laughter, happiness and faith!