Artist: Garmash

Impossible Beauty

with a single glance
her impossible beauty
takes his breath away

Michael

Artist: Garmash

Movement of Words

She sits … she waits… she wonders
Her hands nervously folded in her lap

She feels the movement of his words at play
They swirl around her … tease her senses

She thinks of the smile in his eyes
His thoughts previously unspoken

Her body resonates with the memory
His simple touch … tingles her skin

She waits … with breathless anticipation …
The sound of footsteps … ‘His’, she smiles

Michael

Artist: Garmash

Waves

Pausing along the top of the ridge, Anna embraces the warm salty ocean breeze that engulfs her. With the view spectacular as usual, she would normally soak up the beauty around her – but not today. Instead, her mind battles to protect her from thoughts of Kyle. She concentrates – reinforces her walls – sensing his presence flowing along her edges. Still, she wonders … why do thoughts of him continue to persist? After all, he has been away for so long.

Anna sighs and starts her descent to the beach – her safe place – a place of cleansing. Reaching the bottom of the ridge, she automatically removes her sandals. Her toes dig into the soft grainy texture of the sand – she always loves this feeling. She hears the waves crashing against the shore – they seem to call out to her.

She wanders slowly towards the shore’s edge – fighting with each step to keep thoughts of Kyle from penetrating her defenses. She finds herself focusing on the sound of the waves washing against the shore … a repeating – loud seductive swooshing sound – getting louder as she nears the shore’s edge.

Finally reaching the shore’s edge, waves wash over her feet … the ocean spray tickles her skin. At first, she thinks she might be hearing things … the seductive swooshing sound that precedes each wave sounds like “Kyle”. Her mind is playing tricks – has to be, she reasons.

She considers retreating … taking a few steps back – just out of reach. But the next wave pulls her forward … inviting her in … she begins to enjoy the soothing rhythmic flow around her body. She continues to hear “Kyle”coming from the swooshing sound of the waves against the beach again – she definitely hears it – “doesn’t she?” she wonders.

With each wave, the ocean mist dances along her skin – evokes a familiar sensation … she sighs, thinking of his touch. She slowly smiles at the memory … thoughts of him flood through her defenses. “How could he feel so close?” she wonders…

A group of seagulls sitting idly by the water’s edge further north suddenly cry out … fly towards her with seeming purpose … she looks in their direction … spots the outline of a man walking along the beach’s edge – oddly familiar … coming her way…

Michael

Artist: Garmash

Lake’s Breath

She lies back on the bank of the lake
Feels the smooth softness of the sand

She extends her right foot forward
Feels the waves wash over her leg

She extends her left foot forward
Feels a soothing rhythm – a flow

She focuses on the clouds above
Feels the sensation of movement

She senses nature’s connection in play
Feels waves and clouds move in synch

She smiles at the memory that surfaces
Feels the sensation of his sensual touch

She knows he is thinking of her now
Feels his whisper on the lake’s breath

Michael

Artist: Garmash

Nature’s Kiss

She walks along the shore…
Feels him as the waves wash over her bare feet
Feels him as the breeze tickles her soft skin
Feels him in the smell of the ocean air
Misses his touch with every step

She walks along the shore…
Picks up a shell on the beach – thinks of him
With shell pressed to ear – she feels his kiss
From the emptiness – he ripples through her
Holds tight her magic shell – no longer alone

She walks along the shore…
Smiles within at nature’s kiss

Michael

Artist: Garmash

Edges

As she steps along the top of the ridge that leads down to the shore, Anna feels the warm salty ocean breeze engulf her. The view spectacular as usual, but her mind doesn’t register the beauty today. Instead, she concentrates on keeping her walls up and holding off thoughts of Kyle that flow along her edges. Kyle has been away so long and is so far away, she reflects – why do thoughts of him continue to persist?

Anna sighs and starts her descent to the beach – it is her safe place – a place of cleansing. Reaching the bottom of the ridge, she automatically removes her sandals. Her toes dig into the soft grainy texture of the sand – she always loves this feeling. She hears the waves crashing against the shore about 100 yards away – they seem to call out to her.

She wanders slowly towards the shore’s edge – fighting with each step to keep thoughts of Kyle from penetrating her defenses. She finds herself focusing on the sound of the waves washing against the shore – a repeating loud seductive swooshing sound – getting louder as she nears the shore’s edge.

Finally reaching the shore’s edge, waves wash over her bare feet – and the ocean spray tickles her skin. At first, she thinks she is just hearing things – the seductive swooshing sound that precedes each wave sounds a lot like Kyle’s name – her mind is playing tricks – has to be.

She considers taking a few steps back – just out of reach; but the next wave pulls her forward – and she begins to enjoy the soothing rhythm that flows around her body. She continues to hear Kyle’s name coming from the swooshing sound of the waves against the beach again – she definitely hears it – doesn’t she?

With each wave, the ocean spray dances along her skin – and evokes a familiar sensation – she feels his touch. She suddenly smiles at the memory and thoughts of him flood through. How can he be so far away, she wonders – he feels so close?

…

A group of seagulls sitting idly by the waters edge further north suddenly cry out and fly towards her, which pulls her eyes towards the man walking along the beach’s edge – and he’s coming her way…

Vision

Kyle watches Anna descend from the ridge – he knew she would come here today. At least he hoped she would. He’d been sitting, all morning, about 100 yards north of where she normally entered this beach – really, their beach. This would have been their day – this should have been their day. After four years together, he thought…

But, it isn’t … and now watching Anna descend the ridge towards the beach without him stings – stings bad. He didn’t really expected this level of pain – but, he knew he should have. He wonders if she still carries any thoughts of him with her – their last moment together seemed so sad and final. He decides – she probably buried them away, like he tried to do.

Almost one year away and he still thinks of that moment every day. “Get yourself together Kyle”, he commands himself as he tries to shake the sadness out of his body. Slowly, he rises and takes a step towards the edge of the ridge – then backs away and begins to aimlessly pace about – watching as Anna walks along the beach towards the shore’s edge. “What is wrong with you? – Move!” he silently screams within.

He’d come all this way to see her … and she is so close now … what is stopping him? As hard as he tries to overcome it, the sadness of that day seems to overwhelm him and something inside refuses to let his legs move him towards her. Memories begin to flood his mind and cloud over his sight … the image of Anna slowly fades from view. “Is she really here – or is he seeing what he wants to be”, he hears himself wonder.

…

The sudden cry of seagulls snaps him out of the cloudy haze – and as his vision slowly clears, he sees her – as impossibly beautiful as ever. She seems so close to him now … but, he wonders how he got on the shore – walking towards her. This time, however, he ignores the inner questioning voice and continues towards Anna. He begins to hear her name with the crashing waves and feel her touch with the ocean spray.

And yet, a flash of light that hits his eyes distracts him for a moment – and he looks up towards the ridge he was on … who is that guy pacing aimlessly about he wonders… The crashing wave sound of Anna’s name pulls him back towards her – as he continues along the shore’s edge.

Michael

Artist: Michael Garmash

Voices Never Heard

the silence echoes
it resonates through his dreams
his children are here

Michael

Artist: Garmash

Along The Edges

along the edges
thoughts of you come invited
i let them linger

Michael

Artist: Garmash

Along The Edges

Thoughts of him
Skipping along her edges
Looking for an opening
A place to enter

She wanders the beach
Ending at the shore’s edge
She feels the ocean waves
Wash over her bare feet

She considers stepping back
Just out of their reach
Yet, she stays – entranced
Feeling their soothing rhythm

The ocean breeze joins in
Playfully brushing past her
She smiles, remembers his touch
Allows thoughts of him to enter

The distance between them
Not quite so far now
They dance together today
Along the edges

Michael

Artist: Garmash

Voices Never Heard

In our dream,
we stroll hand in hand
Sarah and Aden running ahead,
laughing

In our dream,
we hear the rustling of the leaves
Sarah and Aden turn to make sure we are
watching

In our dream,
we talk of their future
Sarah and Aden playing in the leaves without a
care

In our dream,
we see our grandchildren
Sarah and Aden, with the exuberance of youth,
sing “we love you”

With those words,
they disappear around the bend
If only it were more than a
dream

Voices never heard…

Michael