Explorations of the Heart

A Child’s Dreams

When this little boy is dreaming,
artless wonder transforms his face.
Although impossible-seeming,
his dreams are a beautiful place.

Is practical worth such a cost?
All your plans are pointless, it seems,
if for them this wonder is lost
and your child is denied his dreams.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Advice To A Poet’s Lady

Look not for your love in crackling fire,
nor seek him in meadows rich with flowers –
not though his poetry greatly inspire
with beautiful words enriching the hours.

His love for you is enduring and strong.
Look down if you seek for his heart’s true beat:
no fleeting thing but a passion lifelong,
like the steady ground which upholds your feet.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

All That You Are

Love by the moon
Live by the sun
Dream of the sea
Wish on a star

Laugh like a loon
Cherish the one
Who lets you be
All that you are

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

In honor of Storm, with thanks for the lovely prompt “Live by the sun, Love by the moon”


Reverent fingers
brush her cheeks, and a blush gives
them a rosy glow.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Gifts of Love

Love’s not always dramatic;
it can be a simple act:
a blanket tucked around you,
forgotten laundry folded,
quietly walking away.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

I Dream of Climbing Heaven’s Stair

I dream of climbing Heaven’s stair
and leaping off into the air
to race the hawks across the sky
and feel the birds rejoice to fly!

©2017 Bill Hazelrig (written long ago)

If the World Could See With Your Eyes

I saw with your eyes
a world uncommonly kind:
good in all you meet.

If only everyone might,
for a day, borrow your sight.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig


How full the canvas
of a child’s imagination!
Astronaut, Hero, Dinosaur, Boy:
for the space of an hour
both creator and creation.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Love Lifts Everything

Three words, a caress.
Hearts’ connection reaffirmed.
Love lifts everything.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Memory Lane

Edwardo’s pizza.
The view from wind-blown rooftops.
Seeing your sweet smile.

Forgotten yesterdays found
strolling down memory lane.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Moonlight Blanket

Quite a vision greeted my eyes:
Her cat was on the windowsill,
its shadow curled like a moonlight
blanket around her sleeping form.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig


When our eyes looked upon the world and saw paradise.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Perfect Heartbeats

Sunrise on the lake.
The thrill of discovery.
A happy child’s eyes.

In a few perfect heartbeats,
the joy of life is renewed.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig


In those soulful eyes
is unconditional trust,
reaching out for love.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Seek the Wearer of Your Dreams

Seek the wearer of your forgotten dreams,
for the vibrant hopes you discarded then
like a brightly woven cloak with tattered seams
in another’s care could be whole again.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

She Becomes a Sun

When she loves she becomes a sun,
her heart ablaze with warmth and light.
A special soul must be the one
who kindles her to shine so bright.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Sipping Poetry

We thirst for its bliss,
parched souls sipping poetry
like luminous wine.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

The Heart’s Chain

When she hurts, you cry.
That chain is everlasting
which comes from your heart.

If she tried to set you free,
you would never choose to part.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

The Poet’s Walk

Companions often visit
the corridors of my dreams,
but here I’m always alone:
this quiet place in my heart
where poems wait to be born.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

The River of Years

Time flows in liquid
memories, blooming bright on
the river of years.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

The Simplest Things

Long walks in the sun.
The wind on your face.
Sharing the moonlight.
Being understood.
The loveliest souls
crave the simplest things.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Time’s Melody

Time’s long melody plays my heart
with memories of moonlit walks
when joy was shining in our eyes.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig


A piece of my heart
is yours to the end.
No longer my world,
you still are my friend.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

What Matters

What matters? Kind words?
Warm hug? Sympathetic smile?
Your own soul laid bare?

What matters isn’t the form.
What matters is that you care.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Your Laugh

Your laugh, like sunshine
on a chilly winter’s day:
precious warmth to me.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig