Today was a thoughtful day as I sat to write, so I think depending on where you are in your life and pursuits of the soul and love, this poem can take on several meanings. As I have often been accused of being in love with the world, I thought I would write about the ‘world’ as a lover juxtaposed against our lover who is our world.  I would love to hear from you and what you think about it.

Thanks, and as always, love and peace!

Click play for the recorded version of Dear World.

Dear World

Everyday

I think of you

In the morning when I wake

In the evening when i go to sleep

I ponder what it would be like to have you in my arms

Like a lover

To share laughter with you

To be wrapped up in you

To break bread

Share wine

Tell stories

Just to be

I imagine how you would make me feel

Cozy and at home no doubt

I would lie safe and at rest

Drawing breath from your life

And sweet sleep in your dreams 

Yes

I am in love with you

When I open my eyes to a new day

I imagine you there to greet me

And without shyness I resound an encouragement for the day

A love note for living

I would cook up something great to eat

And we would sit by the fire and speak together

Of love and art

Life and pain

There we would giggle and weep

Because we are alive together

Throughout the day I am aware of you

From moment to hour

I am aware of the many things that nudge me toward you

I want to share my excitement

Hey did you see this? Did you know that?

I want to connect to you and share the emotions and joy that fill my thoughts

And just to know that you are ok

Is that too forward? Would that annoy you?

I wish I could bring you to my doorstep and into my room

Pour you a drink and touch your warm skin

There you would hold me

Touch my face and stroke my hair

Would that say I was too needy?

But in truth i am

I need your pulse in my heart

I need to know we are together on this journey

Dear World

Thank you for loving me

Thank you for letting me love you

You’re not alone you know

As far apart as we may be at times

I will always be here

Right by your side and in the stream

Where we have lived together for a million years

You are connected to the universe in me

You are my world

You are my love

© Sandy Hibbard February 14, 2017

Photography by Sandy Hibbard www.Lensqueen.com.

Valentine’s Day isn’t always a happy celebration – there are some who are lonely, heartbroken and longing for companionship. For my own life, I have realized that regardless of my situation, I still have love to give. We all love and want to be loved.  We want to share our love freely and unhindered with someone who will give it back, take note of it and not take it for granted.  But love is more than a celebration of feeling between two lovers, it is the bond that passes between all humankind – lovers and friends, parents and children, leaders and admirers.  No matter what your “love situation” or romantic circumstances, steady your heart, keep your feet on the ground and let love flow creatively this month. Allow yourself to feel it, then enjoy it, don’t be afraid to show it – for in the conscious release of our feelings is the true realization of this magical thing we call love.  Be unfettered, have some fun – LOVE!
XO
Sandy

Do I Ever Cross Your Mind Mr. Valentine?

Do I ever cross your mind when it rains…
wondering how I am navigating the traffic in the storm or if the pool is flooded?
Do you ever have an instinct to pick up the phone and call me
when your work is through
…just like you used to?
I do.
Some days I want to hear your voice on the other end of the phone,
calming my nerves and easing my stress as we laugh about the day.
Whispering silly words in foreign voices…our special mode of play.
It’s hard to shut off my “best friend” mode.
It’s tragically sad how the events of one morning could change our destinies.
Everything.
No stone left in place,
all thoughts and memories tear-laced.
Dreams shattered and our plans laid to waste.
Nothing remains,
only the debris of a very bad storm.
Me and you…
Lives wrecked by the actions you chose.
How can this happen?
How can a heart grow so cold?
It’s raining still and I feel weary to the bone,
I fixed the pool myself,
the car,
the yard,
and learned to be alone.
And as for my heart?  Oh, I’ll be fine.
But tell me Mr. Valentine, do I ever cross your mind?
© Sandy Hibbard
Featured photo Robot Boy by  vhm-Alex