Kindness

The man named Go smiled

a patient, kind, simple smile

he shook my hand very gently

and he listened to me carefully

with a tilt to his head and a hand 0n his hip.

A beautiful acceptance without judgments

corners of his narrowed eyes shone empathy

and a slight frown spoke many unsaid words.

In a whispering tone he said, life is a journey

I am thankful for the kindness of this stranger

and I wonder what happened to the rest of us

how did we forget to be kind, gentle and loving?

Power

I am reading while waiting for the hair place to open

I look up as this woman pulls into the space across.

She has a beautiful face; tanned skin, big expressive eyes

high brow, arched eye brows and a strong, defined nose

She resembles a handsome, powerful Inca goddess.

Does she realize how beautiful she is? I wonder.

Delicate morning rays illuminate her dark irises

and I can't look away .. her eyes draw me closer

she is talking to somebody on her cell phone

I can't hear what she is saying but I guess

an argument is in order for sure, I can tell

she wears a serious, contemplative look

oblivious of me prying on her private moment.

A few moments pass; obviously not getting through;

her brow is now knitted and the frustration shows

she starts to chew on her lower lip in silence

and I can see the little quiver in her left cheek

tears start to brim .. liquid pools in her amber eyes

she is trying very hard to hold back .. I feel her pain.

And then suddenly, she smiles .. the most beautiful,

radiant smile I have ever seen .. and tears stream down

she is now laughing and crying, appears inexplicably happy.

I am befuddled yet feel her happiness, it feels wonderful

It is like the refreshing cool wind after the first spring rain ..

I can't help but wonder what he said on the other end

Who is this man? and how did he make a crying woman laugh?

He holds the key to a woman's heart! Does he realize how much power he has?

Moonlit Shadows

They swing and sway as the night wears on

some say a dream is but a potent memory.

A collective one, perhaps?

You remember walking down those paths?

This most certainly is a unfamiliar realm

one in which illusions transpire into reality

and you choose to believe in the impossible.