In a crowd
you stand alone
emitting rays of light
encouraging higher endeavors
to brighten my darkest night.
A kind heart
dwells within thee
of gold, no purer found
inspiring poetic expression
while listening to its sound.
Though others may not see you
lost, you could never be.
You’re the hopes and dreams
leading onward.
My love, you're the heart of me.

Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998

How Peaceful, This Night

Tea cup in hand,
I carefully open the wooden screened door
and make my way 'round the side table,
to my favorite chair; an oversized, carved oak rocker.
The muted floral back pillow (a little worn), is comfortable.
From my porch, I smile, and enjoy
a sweet cup of freshly brewed mint tea,
while being lulled by the tranquil landscape.
This time of year (so beautiful) as life renews itself
turning barren branches into soft spring greenery,
inviting colorful song birds to nest.
The early bulbs have sprouted (sprinkling pastel hues) 
extending from the distant cracked-white gateway
and cascading around the rock footpath, leading to my porch.
Down the road a way, I hear the neighbor
(calling her little ones to supper).
Placing the tea cup on the lace doily,
my hand skims over my favorite book
(my book of memories, from long ago).
Oh! I've forgotten my glasses.
Are they on the bed stand, or....?
Well, no matter. (I'm forever misplacing something.)
Still, my mind cradles these images with unfaded clarity
and remembers a time when I could waltz on the breeze.
Feeling the evening air, I draw my shawl closer.
My aging companion (so peaceful) now rests,
curled up on my lap.
Her fluffy silver fur reflects
the rose and violet sunset.
So beautiful (the coming of this night),
as heaven displays her lights.
How gentle (this night),
taking me back to a night long ago.
How peaceful, this night...