Family Circle
Circles in the Sand
---Circles in the Sand---
Concentric circles
inscribed in salty sea sand
by wind-brushed tendrils
concentric circles
tracing on your skin
with gentle fingers
concentric circles
as our hearts expand
each to include the other
circles in the sand
---Stone Upon Stone---
Stone upon stone
as we rebuild our lives
upon the foundation of our love
we must carefully choose each stone
together
and we need to take the time
to place each stone so carefully,
that the house we build
will reflect our lives individually
as well as together
as the walls grow ever higher
to protect us from the things
which tore down the old walls,
much more easily
than we had thought possible
As we rebuild our home
let us not forget to leave windows
here and there
so when the winds of change come
we can welcome them in
to refresh our lives
but if the winds are of destruction
we can shutter our windows against them
secure in our love
stone upon stone...
a stone of your choice,
and a stone of mine...
each offered
for the other's approval...
so carefully chosen,
so carefully placed
that our house is not built
by you or by me,
but by us,
stone upon stone.
s.m.chisam
---Faerie Tale---
Elfin sprite skipping through lush field of green
Gold-spun hair bouncing, lifting from her back
Like faerie wings, flitting from flower to flower
As she gathers blossoms for her temporary bower.
Sun-yellow poppies on their fragile stems,
Spirals of lupine, periwinkle blue
Held up to a periwinkle sky for a while.
Lamb clouds frolicking bring a faerie smile.
Faerie feet whisper over dew-drenched moss.
Small hand trembles at a butterfly's touch.
Her treasures are fragile, free and wild.
Can this elfin sprite be my earth-bound child?
March 1988 s.m.chisam
---Somewhere, Somehow---
Somewhere, somehow, someplace
we met
once before
at least once
and I knew
I would know you
if we met again.
somewhere, somehow, someplace
We met again
a feel that I knew you
A sense of history
A sense of knowledge
A sense of peace
But the time...
is not yet right
somehow
somewhere, sometime, someplace
we will meet again
and it will be
as if we had never been apart
and all these long years
of searching
and waiting
will be over.
s.m.chisam
---Pieces of the Past---
It is pieces of the past that make us who we are,
Guide our choices and our voices
And take us near and far.
It is pieces of the past that bring a twinkle to our eye,
Make us laugh, make us tremble,
Make us giggle, make us cry.
It is pieces of the past that define us, in a way,
For memories still guide us
In all we do and say.
It is pieces of the past that are like a sailor's chart,
Guiding us to steer a course
Through the rivers of the heart.
s.m.chisam
---To Hear Your Voice---
To hear your voice
to see your smile
makes all these long long years worthwhile
to know you searched
as I searched, too
to know you loved as I loved, too
to know...
I have no words for this...
it is too much joy to try to hold inside
and so I cry
as you cry, too
to know that I will soon see you
and hold you close
and laugh and cry
and answer all the questions why
and see grandchildren I never knew
to see your hair and eyes and smile
and just to hold you a good long while...
for Laura 9/5/97
Copyright s.m.chisam