STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky

  The merry bells, the bells they ring. There is a glow on everything, and yet a sadness lingers on for the one forever gone. The Old One si...

  In my bento box of memories is the maroon bandana he wore when he was twelve, his eyes vulnerable, nervous, looking out at a world that ma...

  We placed flowers on your grave. We placed them for you, weeping. We placed flowers on your grave. Tell me, are you sleeping? Are you abov...

  You sang me a song of winter gardens in the long ago. You sang me a song  of small creatures in their dens hiding beneath the snow. You sa...

  Once he was a little boy, cloud-dreaming, under a summer sky. A wolf-dog walked beside him, along the trail, and I thought that we had for...

Of you, in memory, I dream summer days that did not end - the coo of doves at daybreak, blue sky over your shoulder, your dark eyes looking ...

I feel it coming, this poem I will birth on the thirteenth year of your passing from this earth. So close to tears, I realized, of course, i...