Unsent Words

Fire between my legs,

Itch I can’t scratch,

Cat in heat howling at the moon,

Stirs when I think of you,

Thought only girls caught butterflies,

I will never let you know:

How much my body craves you,

How my heart yearns to know you,

How my soul swears that it already does,

Longing to fade into you,

Letting go takes all of me,

So unsent words you will not see.


So Small

it’s cold outside my window

a feeling fragile freak

even colder within my skin

where am I?

a broken sea glass beauty

pick me up and put me in your pocket

before the waves wash me away

or wind buries me in the sands

so lost and so small.

If You Could Read My Mind

Great music and literature can tell capture moments in time that become part of the stories of our lives. As a writer, I find myself inspired by what I read, view in a photograph, or good music. Gordon Lightfoot tells stories with his songs. “If You Could Read My Mind” tells the story of a love that has been lost. All of us have at least one story of lost love in the book of our lives. What we choose to take out of memory can be a measure of who we are.


Heart Box

a mysterious infection with a raging fever,

beginning with an unexpected message,

what strange delirium!

a huntsman seeking my heart…

maybe it a mercy to carve it out?

instead I lock it inside the heart box

hiding the key where the beloved can find it

for the right time and space.

(c) Amanda Wilson 2013

Farewell to Samhein

Fourteen years ago on this night, I was at a Halloween party when I heard that my close friend Jason had committed suicide during the early morning hours. As time passes the wounds have healed greatly. My reaction when I was told by the mother of the party’s host must have been shock as I asked her if she was joking. I can remember exactly what I was wearing that night, the people who were at the party, and the feeling of forebooding that I had tried to shake all day long. Time has not dulled my desire to see my friend again when God sees fit to call me home. Time has, however, with healing gave me a greater desire to make the years between my birth and death count for something. Birth, death and rebirth are part of a greater cycle that one can see in the natural world around us.

Farewell to Samhein

On a dark Samhein night,

The veils of time chose to part

When dreams of darkness take flight

Summoning the lost one’s heart.

Hear the bodhran pounding air

Calling, calling the rolling mists

We dance around bonfires fair

A whispering on the breeze insists.

The Great Mother issues her charge:

“To remember cycle of the year

By facing your fate without fear.”

Our hearts sing along funeral barge.

One soul reaches for my hand

As full moon kisses spirit’s highs

Life after life-merry meet without sighs

Old lover journeys to new land.

Merry meet when the veils part

Old friends and lovers float in mists

Comforting us by memory of heart

Souls leave before dawn insists.

(c) Amanda Wilson 2012

Dreaming of Us

Dreaming of Us

lifted by your strong arms

gaze back into blue soul windows

two bodies about to be heaven bound

your hands caressing my hair

as in night time serene

both dressed only in inky cloak

spread with stars’ splendor

I see your wistful expression

and hear the words:

“I love you and I miss you.”

and my heart speaks the same words

before my mouth can

then I awaken from dreaming of us

(c) Amanda Wilson 2012

Safe Port

Safe Port

memory clings to me as dew on roses

shut my eyes to travel to you

filling my heart full up with love

thoughts treasured as sought for pearls

memory: your gentle voice

throbbing heart’s chords so close

memory: your breath against my neck

wind to direct my sail across sea

memory: your arms along with us

tangled together skin against skin

heart doesn’t lie my beloved

when you are my safe port

(c) Amanda Wilson 2012