Saturday, June 24, 2017


Dancing Shoes
though the distances divide us
there's a paradise inside us we can't lose
and I pray you'll never shed your 
dancing shoes....

She had loved him so…

It wasn’t the first time she’d fallen in love. But she wished it would be the last. He’d taken her deep inside the most beautiful profound love she could ever imagine.

And left her there. Alone.

Not because he didn’t love her but because he just couldn’t be in this world with her any longer. After the tears were done, she knew she would keep her promise to him... 

“Never stop the dance," he had said near the end, "never shed your dancing shoes, promise me…"

And so she carried the pink satin shoes in her hands and sat down on the floor in front of the large mirror to don them. These were the ones he’d given her. 

Pushing her toes inside, they fit her feet snugly, perfectly. She tied the matching ribbons around her ankles and stood up stretching on pointe to her toes.  She watched her reflection in the studio mirror as she worked her feet and body into the positions of a dancer.

This was a special day. The day she would create the Dance just for him. She began to move and glide across the wooden floor, dipping downward and up again, turning on her toes and reaching skyward…

There was no music, no accompaniment, just her shoes and her body moving through space, reaching past time. Spinning faster and faster around the floor.

 Suddenly she stopped in mid-flight and gasped.

 For an instant, she saw him standing before her reaching out to touch her, feel her. But his image faded as quickly as it had appeared.

She felt the emptiness of being alone surrounding her. He wasn’t there. It was just her imagination, her longing, her own feelings playing tricks on her.

She stood still and squeezed her eyes closed breathing in deep.

 “I love you so much,” she said aloud.

It wasn’t as if she saw him again. But in that moment, she felt his presence, knew he was near. And then she heard clearer than truth itself,

“I love you too, and I always will. Never forget.”

It was awhile before she opened her eyes again and smiled. But now she knew. Knew beyond doubt that he would always be close to her, never far away at all.

Her body soared as she began to dance and move and twirl and spin.
Always she would dance for him…



© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

Wednesday, June 21, 2017


toast for the morning

trust isn't something that is spoken

it's always there if it is real...

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

Monday, June 19, 2017


Being There
so much to care
learn from the past
and let it go
be there with you
don't you know
surrounded in the
light of essence
deep in me I feel
the presence
profound healing
letting go
being there
only you can know
here we stand now
here we are
don't you see
we've come so far
all is forgiven
we let it go
we both can know 
we are okay
stay in focus
be in calm
in light of love
we are this way

Peace Light and Healing
(for Essie)

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

Sunday, June 18, 2017



Just had to stop for a moment to reflect and share something. Over the weekend a fire raged through a forested area not far from Lisbon, Portugal killing 61 people. Just heard about it. And since Portugal has been near to my heart for certain reasons over the past several years, I wanted to relate this on the blog here.

To those who lost their lives and to the ones who loved them...

"To Portugal ~ Eu te amo"


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

Thursday, June 15, 2017


June 15

Special Wish

A time to move on and see
where it is you want to be
looking forward to a newer day
seeking truths along the way
surrounded in tranquility
be in health 
prosperity and harmony

(happy b-day S)

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

Tuesday, June 13, 2017


Finding The View
 vision from the tower tall
within the spaces 
I did fall
the healing 
from beyond me still
familiar places
I knew so well
the time was there
 for me to find
waiting deep
inside my mind

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

Wednesday, June 7, 2017


Healing Energy is so illusive and wonderful
hard to capture not so easy to hold
but once the opening up happens
it is like a floodgate of pure unbound essence
surrounding and permeating everything
 it is beautiful it is wonderful and it is so full
 of unbelievable light color and sound
what does it look like? Feel like? Taste like?
Truly it is like variety personified
different every time you tap into it
 every time you hold it touch it feel it
 it is an astounding experience
and usually never the same way twice
always contrasting perpetually expanding
forever changing into unrelenting 
sweet life giving light of 
pure Healing Energy…


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

Thursday, June 1, 2017


It might be raining now
But don't be scared you won't drown
I'll hold you in my arms while the rivers rise
Lay my heart beside your soul
Don't let the tears blur the vision
In Your Eyes...

It happened so fast.

She sat in a chair her arms folded across her chest. Fear climbed inside her. One thing was certain. If the river continued to rise her home would be flooded in no time. She shuttered at the thought. All her belongings swept away by the surging flooding rapids. Maybe even her house too.

She had moved into the bungalow in the small town of Cavater near the river’s edge not more than a year ago. Soon after a bad breakup with her lover. Others warned her that flooding could happen there. But she was so captivated with the quaint little place she didn’t give the warnings much thought. Maybe she should have listened.

Too late now.

She rose from her seat and went to the door opening it just a crack. The winds whipped up a furious storm and rains poured down relentlessly. Slamming the door tight against the onslaught, she leaned back breathing hard. 

Before the electric had gone off and the cell towers cut out, the Weather Service had issued flash flood advisories for the entire area. Earlier she had sat in quietness by the fireplace caught up in reading. She hadn’t given the alerts much thought, figuring the rains would pass as usual with no damage.

But suddenly things changed for the worse. Rapid flood waters pounded a fearsome cadence just outside. The river grew quicker than she thought it ever could.

A helpless feeling gripped her and tears blinded her eyes. What could she do now? There was no way to get out the front door. Or the back either. The road near her house had turned into a gushing rambling river.

“Oh god, I don’t want to die here.” At that moment, the probability seemed imminent. She glanced toward the ceiling. “I could use a real miracle right about now.” She sighed and tried to think of something, anything she could do to get to safety.

She shook her head and more tears blurred her vision. She noticed water seeping in under the door and retreated to the top of her dining table. The fast invading waters rose deeper and higher around her. 

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed over the turbulence, startling her. Something pushed with great force against her door. “What is it?” she yelled as a rush of dirty river water slammed into her legs. The surge quickly overtook her and knocked her from the table. She went under. Struggling and gasping for air she tried to reach for anything to grab onto, pull herself above the raging river that flooded the inside of her home.

But nothing was there. And she knew. She knew she was drowning.
In her half-conscious state, she imagined she felt strong hands touching her pulling her upward through the rising river waters. She gasped and coughed as air filled her lungs with a sharp pang.

A deep masculine voice said, “Hold on, I’m getting you out of here.”
She winced and pulled back from him, confused.

“Don’t be scared,” he said in a gentle tone. “You won’t drown.”

Her body quaked with shock and coldness. “But…” she rasped. "Who? How…”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispered close to her ear as he wrapped her against his warm chest. “I’m taking you out of here.”

He lifted her into his arms and carried her as he trudged through the murky waters holding her tight. Her head lolled against his shoulder and she drifted in and out of consciousness. Was she alive or was this some sort of blurry vision. Did a stranger just save her from drowning? Sometime later, she couldn’t tell how long, she heard other voices.

“I’ve got her,” she heard him call out. “One of you guys toss me a blanket will you.”

She felt herself being wrapped in more warmth and turned to look at the one who held her close. He secured the blanket and snugged it around her body. She stared at his handsome face. “W-who are you?” she asked.

He looked at her and smiled. “Glad to see you’re awake.” He paused. “I’m with the rescue unit out of Cavater. My name is…”

She moved, lifting her head which interrupted his words. “Yes,” she said as recognition struck her. “I do know you. I’ve seen you at the coffee shop.” An instant attraction filled her. The same one she had the first time she saw him standing in line ordering a double espresso.

Freezing rains pelted against them and the undertow of the river knocked them around. But a lifeboat was there and others were too. They helped him lift her into the boat. He rolled over the edge and sat down behind her. The motor roared to life and they were moving fast across the water. She shivered as she looked back. Her house and all her belongings were gone. Taken by the torrid floods engulfing everything in sight.

“Don’t look back,” he said over the din of rain and motor.

“Everything—Everything I had is gone…” She murmured.

“Come here.” He pulled her against him. “Not everything. You’re still alive and that’s something.”

Her smile was weak, but she nodded and let her body relax as he held her close.

“And I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he added, nestling her in the safety of his arms.

It would take a long time to recover from the disaster that just befell her. But she knew instinctively that he would be there, helping her, making things easier. 

“Thank you. I know this is your job. It’s what you do. You comfort people and help them get through when things like this happen," she said. "You're a very special man, you know that?" 

He brushed a strand of long dark hair away from her cheek. "And you are such a lovely lady." He paused and she felt his body moving, breathing with hers. "You don't know how many times I wanted to talk to you whenever I saw you in that coffee shop."

"Yeah? And why didn't you?" 

 "Because you are just so beautiful, so delicate." He laughed a little. "And here I am this big ole' oaf."

She grinned and her hand reached up to touch his face. "How come you don't know how handsome you are?" She jested, "didn't any of the other women you've rescued ever tell you that?"

"Ah, well, you're the only woman I've ever saved from drowning. And," he, stammered then blurted, "truthfully, the only one I've wanted in a long time."

With his words her body began to tingle, and not from shock or loss or fear, but from something deeper, something sweeter and more abiding. "I want to kiss you," she said low. "Can I?"

"Out of gratitude?" He asked. He moved to angle around so his face was only a hair's breath from hers.

"No," she replied. "Because I've wanted you since the first time I saw you, and yes, in that coffee shop." 

"You're not kidding are you?" 

Her lips brushed across his and she kissed him, fell into him as if she'd always been a part of him. His breath quickened with a fevered moan as her mouth mingled inside his. 

"My god lady," he rasped, "I've never wanted to lay my heart beside someone's soul before. But you make me feel that way." 

Tears welled up inside her again and she buried her head into his chest. "No one has ever said anything that profound to me before," she said finally.

He lifted her head so he could look at her. "I don't know how to say this and maybe it's too soon and I shouldn't. But lady, I love you."

"You do?" She sniffled. "I think I love you too."

He took her face in both his hands, wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed her deep and long and forever.  

 Story by Kaye Manro

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

(opening lyrics by sw)

Wednesday, May 31, 2017


Never want to be
mean or mad
just want to move on
and not be sad
 away from places already gone
been in there for way too long
never miss a moment's share
look into the sight with care
go inside to find the feel
waiting there within the heal
play it forward to other days
it will stay there in the phase
time to know just where to go
look beyond behind the show
Never want to be
mean or mad
just want to move 
away from sad
to the place that looks for me
know me now and make it be

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

Wednesday, May 24, 2017


Towers Tall She Dreams Them All But In Truth She Is Trapped In The Basement…

She stood at a decrepit wooden window in the run-down old house where she lived. Dreams of a better life and a finer place filled her. 

The house around her was in various stages of dilapidation and disrepair. Water pipes broken, a roof falling in and floors uneven due to the leaks. Windows barely held together some only managed to stay put with a good amount of duct tape.

But that wasn’t where her imagination drifted. She was in another place a beautiful grand abode which rose upward into the clouds.

She saw herself standing in front of huge floor to ceiling windows towering over a splendid city with roof tops below her, so high up she could almost touch the heavens. Through the window, she saw floating clouds and hues of blue and turquoise sky surrounding her.

“Don’t look aft, don’t look behind,” she warned herself and squeezed her eyes shut. 

But she couldn’t help it. Her thoughts shifted. And when she opened her eyes she was back in the old dilapidated house once again.

She breathed in deep and sighed. “Someday,” she said, “someday I will have it.” 

And her thoughts turned anew to the opulent place high above the captivating city, where walls became windows and her dreams could soar farther than ever before…  

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

Sunday, May 21, 2017




Tuesday, May 16, 2017


Dancer Dancer 
shine so bright on your toes
you dance all night
ballet til the morning light
swirling twirling 
your dance takes flight


© copyright Kaye Manro 

Monday, May 15, 2017


 Kaye here...

My new blog is ready for me to find words to say and post. I'll be around at times and other times too. 


Thursday, May 11, 2017


Think About It
May 1st

(for Dusty)

Got you covered
Hold you near
Think about
What you hold dear
No matter where you are today
There is a place not far away
You know deep down
Where you could stay
Think about it
Don't delay
Beyond a truth
That’s not brand new
It's waiting there just for you
Think about how
Far you’ve come
Away from things
That weren’t much fun
Give yourself the space to see
And you will know
Where you should be
Think About It...


and for all of us...
May 11th

Step into the light of healing
be surrounded with this feeling
keep the balance day and night
safe inside the healing light
make me the healer I should be
for you for him and especially
for me...

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017