The tide ebbs as those on the shore of time stand in defiance
Heroes of circumstance are guided by love beyond self
Rain and wind cannot fade a springtime of hope
Outside the margins Angels crowd round to greet the lost
Photo – Maui Ebb Tide by gfs
In the light of the moon the earth will quake
seasons rise and the sun bleaches the north
the distant traveler leaves loss in its wake
touching of hearts heals the land of the lost
Photo: Assateague Island Beach, MD by GFS
Would there be art
if we did everything
a well as we can
Let life mimic
every note of music
every line of verse
each brush stroke on canvas
every strike of the chisel
(notes on marble)
pause in our lives
(we step away)
looking at reflections
in mind and memory
missing what we did
long for what will be
will it to be art
past tense is practice
the future a dream
every day now
minutes and hours
(ours to love)
hold and let go
each a moment
to give a gift
to life
Photo: Sculpture / Vienna Art Museum / by gfs 10/2019
Wading through the waters
softly stepping knee deep
with wonder unknowing
what lies in wait
will each step be closer
to heaven
to salvation
or the whirlpool of desire
dragging us down
breathlessly alone
the heart knows no fear
love has no equal
life longs for itself
and does not surrender
without good reason
touch who we can
through words and deeds
across miles
by smiles
and wide eyes
loving the ways we may
still hope
still touch
still love
Photo – “Tidal Beach” Lewes, DE by gfs
What the fool would not see arrived on his shores
The innocent followed his dream to their folly
Storm clouds gather speaking reign upon the land
The Dragon seeks might watching across the seas
not a whisper was heard
from the blossoms
of the way
we misbehaved
and did not see
the reason we were standing
alone and wondering
what was the meaning
the beginning
(and the end)
flowers bloom
when spring begs
life rises with them
so shall we all
touch the sky
the space between us
exists only in time
the heart is not confined
it knows only love
(asking)
come to me
let it be
Photo “Cherry Blossoms on the Potomac” by gfs 2020
Time is all I have to keep
And all now you’ve given up
Faded leaves are washed away
In snow melt seen turning to clay
Rivers run cold as the hills unfold
Letting down in their winter dreams
Maples will fill up-rushing again
For the sweetness of life to become
Was it hard to go with no hand to hold
at the crossroads when waking to dreams
I’ll wonder at this and a thousand things
In the days that are mine still ahead
For today you see I’ve no time to cry
No way to find all the tears
I’ll keep them for you to come when they’re due
In a place and a time left to find
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