Be Mine

Would you be mine, my darling, my lover?

Would you walk into the light and discover

How the darkness will melt away and dissolve?

These emotions many a problem solve.

Don't struggle through the oppressive night,

Grasping blindly ahead and wishing for light.

Allow the liberating warmth of the morning sun,

To penetrate your soul and free your  mind.

Those arms which wrap you safe and tight,

Are not going to slip away into the night.

Those words on my lips are deep and true,

There to reassure and carry you through.

Would you be mine, darling, lover, friend?

I have dropped the mask and no longer pretend.

The fear is cowering away from the hopes and dreams,

And letting you step into all you dare to be.

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Without sleep we become zombies who drag their feet through each day, lost in waking dreams and muddled minds. I have had years of poor sleep and unsettled nights. Inability to rest properly and finding myself waking three or four times a night. I thought it was normal and would be part of what makes me Tom.

Recently though, I have been sleeping peacefully. I have been sleeping through the night and waking feeling refreshed and happy. My dreams have been less intense and actually it has been nice to wake without remembering any dreams at all. I love to dream and wake with vivid pictures of rather random and epic storylines from my subconscious. But, to wake having slept peacefully and happily is actually a better sensation. My daydreams are much more optimistic and I enjoy the sensation of serenity in the mornings.

 I love waking with someone beautiful in my arms and the warmth of her stirring as she comes out of her slumber. I love the way she looks at me when she wakes, with true contentment and sparkling eyes knowing I am there with her.

 I love how the simple process of sleep means close friends comment on how well I look, how my eyes are alive and my face is fresh. It is comforting and encouraging. I am not deluding myself that I am doing well. I am doing well.

 When peace comes, embrace it and treasure it. I hope it is not fleeting, but even so, nurture the sensation it brings because we're in a world of quick fixes and passing peace. Peace.

Beautiful Lynne

Lynne was a wonderful woman. She lived with an essence of kindness, empathy and spiritual awareness. She was not entangled in the binds of self-pity and despair, but enveloped in the bright and refreshing sense of hope and optimism.

If evil exits then cancer is its apprentice. It is a disease which eats the body and distresses the soul. Lynne fought against it though. She fought for years; beating it back and triumphing like a warrior. Cancer was not going to be her oppressor and I am deeply admirable of how she was so resiliant.

Lynne represents the beauty of humanity and how we are people of great possibilities. She provided a deep, lasting, truthful friendship for my mum. Mum's soul sister. Any person who remains a friend for so many years is someone you know can be trusted, loved and listened to. She was a wonderful rock of support to mum and will be a sorely missed friend.

Death can be unsettling and shatter peace and harmony in our lives. What Lynne can be remembered for though is how in her life she exuded peace and even in her death she leaves that legacy, which we must hold on to.

To honour you Lynne we will try to be at peace.