Last Night

 

hands2

You visited my dreams last night

The same kind eyes and gentle voice I once knew long ago

We sat across from one another without the temperament of grief or distress sparring between our light

Flowing shared reliable tales of laughter and life

Like two small children

Free of the confines of our suffocating adult lives

No burden of loss weighing on our backs, preventing us from looking up

Giddy with excitement and giggles

A sadness washed over you as we paused to smile at one another

I am sorry

I love you

With the heart of a child

I forgave you

When you visited my dreams last night

~Alisa Hutton

Beneath the Magnolia Tree

2016-03-31 19.28.43.jpgBeneath the Magnolia tree

She would sit on her perfectly weathered bench

Her eyes deeply off in to the distance buried a maze of thoughts

A canopy of cascading white

Protecting her as if it was her own personal heaven

The sun dripping through the branches

The sweet fragrance filling the holes winter had left in her heart

I watched from afar

Wondering if she ever welcomed anyone in

Would I be invited

Her dark brown eyes pulled away from her gaze and rested on me for a brief moment

Almost as though she had heard my silent curiosity

She smiled

And I fell in love

Beneath the Magnolia tree

~Alisa Hutton

Arrival

arrive

I speak with gentle consciousness

My words are being written on her heart

Remarkable is who she is, nothing less and so much more

Holding trust and respect in tender hand as I arrive at her door

I have learned, understanding is loves others name

Now etched on my soul

Bind benevolence in silk and keep her warm

She is the grace of an exquisite spirit

A message in a bottle poetically arriving on my shore

Inamorata, to be cherished in grateful hold

~Alisa Hutton