Wind and water

Lake Myosotis – Huyck Preserve – Rensselaerville, NY Photo by gfs

where is the lip of sanity
the door to our own realty
the presence of time
when every minute falls away
across miles of skies
running from who we are
to become our imaginings
in places still to find

how can we be alone
when everything touches
our senses in the light
and in the night we visit
so many others
rightfully so for they
have visited our dreams
nightmares turn to dust

I have no time for this
though I do have time to dye
my colors into hues
in unimagined palettes
blending royal purple
on sea sharp tones
walking shorelines strewn
with memories of love

never forgotten places
as far away as yesterday
near as tomorrow waiting
on the wind
standing by the river
of life begging to return
a soulful song
longing for a lute

Entropy

“Entropy in the Forest” – Peebles Island, NY photo by gfs

Follow me down
to the bottom of a hole
in the place where learning
started to grow
where the light got in
where the sun came
to shine
where all of creation
imploded

Feelings of love
blessed on the way
lying together
alone in the night
dawn was a mystery
a shadow before
a longing to know
the running before
a full gale

Such is the truth
of all we become
of all we bring
into the light
under the star shine
of ten thousand suns
a glimmer of hope
a feeling of being
alive

Doesn’t it matter
that all within matter
are conscious of
every delight
are knowing a feeling
before their believing
was brought
by the ab-sense
of light

Everything made
the Iris in bloom
the roaring and calm
of the seas
finds in itself
the rising and falling
the waving of grass
the sun’s rays warming
the skin

All of creation
has entered itself
in the fall
still rolling in circles
toward its own end
toward a suspicion
the hands of creation
taking us back
to where we have ever
begun


Past tense

“The Prince” – Gallery in Sedona AZ – Photo by gfs

heart to heart soul to soul
thoughts race across the moon
science never finds the truth
searching always for its proof

should we listen to voices
always selling us their goods
when hearts cannot be sold
and love not ours to hold

take my hand again to feel
the warmth within our veins
let life become the memory
a past forgotten lying empty

kisses sealed in evermores
as songs will still refrain
awakening within the ears
the dawn of all our fears

tomorrow comes to those who wait
today ours to behold
passing fades into our dreams
while nothing is as it seems