Lazy days,
Lonely nights,
Looking for a lonely star
Who'd keep me company

Looking at the widespread sky,
Being me a lonely soul
Gazing at the moon so bright
Making wishes `pon a star

A blow of breeze
to animate
The freezing scene

So the strings of white gold ribbons
seem to tease the lonely moon
Because it is standing still
and they are free to move

"Twinkle twinkle little star . . . "
I used to sing when I was young
now I've grown but still today
" . . . how I wonder what you are"

Lying down upon the meadows
Dream of flying up so high
Reach the stars, sit on the moon
Dancing ballet with the clouds

The first droplet of a melting glacier leading the way to a mighty river

The first drop of rain over parched earth so humble yet life giving

The first star on the night sky which Illuminates the milky way

The first blood drop of a fallen brave Writes history in gold

Great men and their greatness Is like these invaluable drops

Their hearts nurtured by pioneering spirit

How insignificant but so significant!

Rich and pure is your beauty, your heart unfolds,
blooming like a rose.

Filled with the light of darkness,it warms my soul; penetrating every part of my body,
spreading its light of joy throughout.

Uncontrollable emotions surge inside of me,
rising and falling like notes on a music scale.

Like waves crashing against the ocean shore,
you took my breath away.

Dear to my heart, your sweet aroma surrounds me.
As my every sense lifts, I close my eyes, savoring in your beauty.

'Til the day of your darkness, I have you, my bud.
Hung to my heart, rare as you are, my . . .

Roads float, we stumble.
Only yesterday, the wet child ran around creating dark shiny patches on the floor.
The patches changed shapes.
They turned lighter and disappeared. The child made more.

A wet breeze rose. Drops trapped precariously within clouds fell.
Drops trapped precariously within leaves fell. Dark greens, limpid and liquid, melted with dark grays and browns.
Drops drummed.
Drops tinkled. Drops hummed.
The earth turned dark and moist.
The earth yielded to little fingers.
Rivulets were born.Lakes were born.
Paper boats floated in search of the sea.

A translucent green bud bathed under a waterfall. Ants swam desperately. Snails made precarious journeys from liquid branch to branch.
Soggy earthworms lay inert.
Crows, dripping blurs of black, meditated under arched roofs.
Frogs became sociable, musical.

The child's irises, eyelashes, mouth, fingertips quivered.
The rainbow dazzled against pale grays and yellows.
Toes curled in wonder.

Dirty rags, bits of coloured plastic, a shimmering turd swim to their destiny.
Cabs flee. Drunken buses totter and swerve dangerously.
A million cold wet needles fall.

Prophets promise a great cleansing rain. I wait, wet and cold, for a bus to office.

Heart and soul- ephemeral parts of the divine
Like Yin and Yang-in contradiction yet supplementing each other,
every object in nature found in pair inseperable
Why am I the exception chosen to be unpairable-in desolateness?

The mountains standing high- meeting the clouds passing by
The ocean caressing the blue sky – at it’s horizon
The rising and setting Sun kissing the landscape
As I feel the pangs of missing that unsustainable love in life

Heads and tails – two parts of the same coin
As consciousness an integral part of the manifested life,
Mother Earth giving roots to plants and life all around
As I wander in search of my love to fill the gap felt deep within

In the aftermath of a deluge- envision the rainbow
In all it’s colourful glory- lining the sky with it’s display of bright colors,
Looking down on the rain-drenched earth- as I wait with hope filled heart
For the long-seeked love to partner my life !

Oh the great Canadian Winter
Is not so very cold.
I once knew a kid who didn't freeze
Until he was ten years old.

And just last year in Ottawa,
When they cleared away the ice,
They found two people still alive
And they said Winter was nice.

On Baffin Island the Inuit
Go swimming with polar bears.
Of course they always come back dead.
That's why they go in pairs.

So don't stay inside when it's snowing,
Don't stay inside when there's ice.
Go out and get frozen like a brick,
And then you'll think Winter is nice.

Wedding Poems