The Wind Listens

Lahaina, HI – photo by gfs

Wasn’t it thunder woke the child
On a storm shaken night in the wood
After flashes of fear cast its shadows
Flashed on rain splattered windows
(Alone)

Voices call crying asking for answers
Turnings are hollow and filled with remorse
Footfalls seem strangely awakened before
All of the memories scuttled and falling
(Teardrops)

Reverberations remaining bring shivers to bone
Reflections of summer’s tides ebb to the sea
Reason recalling the shadows and light
Recanting the proof found written in clay
(Resounding)

Is there another place to call home
Not an hour or minute left to spare the remorse
Seasons return as a gift out of time
Borne on the voices heard by the wind
(Listen)

To Touch the Sky

Photo by gfs

We are the wind
as are the pines
breathing the light
casting shadows
on the life they leave
beneath them
as if forgiveness falls
with every needle
into a blanket of love
nurturing new earth
outside of time
knowing no ebb
of the seasons
only whispers
and rhythms
of boughs singing
in the wind
her roots rising
through grace
to touch the sky

Haunted by Snow

“Snow in Pines” photo by gfs

Listen to snowfall
The hush all around
The sound of a voice
Sings soft in my ears
Calling days lit with wonder
Fears felt between
As the years
Grow together
Again
A snow squall of memories
Blanket this dream
Where you are the voice
Settling slowly
Drifting in the wind
Soft footsteps fade
into the shimmering
Light


Musings of the Heart

Otsego Lake – Cooperstown, NY – Photo by gfs

Shadows growing longer
into starlit
frozen skies
I would wait forever
now is all I have to keep
for musings of the heart to be
the dreams return from sleep

What have we lost
on this journey
into being
or gained without consent
even wonder
at the way
life interceded without asking
and still we hope

Prayers for healing
all the while what is wasted
are the words we didn’t see
the light in your eyes
the breath of summer wind
warming the skin
as if wrapped by a lover
trees weeping as autumn

Through the Looking Glass

“Reflections Down East” – Bailey Island, ME – Photo by gfs
When was the last time
The mirror spoke the truth
Quicksilver satin lines
In shallow dimensions
A cloud of unkwowning
Sinking beneath the tides
Simple seasons seem
to tell us of our fate
Sight unseen to eyes
Journeys through the looking glass
Let her heart believe 
the lies she comes to know;

There is only make-believe
within the light of day
The circles ever round about 
Where hearts come out 
to play
Only essence still in time
Takes the sinner home
Lost in some embarrassment 
as if we may have known

There is no other way to keep
the truth
Of some forever never been
The sacred trust forgotten with 
the world within this dream

Take my heart for it is yours
My days are not my own
The light surrounds this side
of heaven
Where destiny as falling waters
sealed the words
forever writ into the stone
   
 
 

Shadows of self

This thing
following me everywhere
I go running
and still it haunts
My every move

Even in clouds  
On rain splattered
streets 
I am haunted 
By this fellow 

Darkness in the light
of the moon 
Unveils 
the source 
of my fears

To be transparent
Would allow
Too much
for the world 
to see

Myself could not
remain
Should the light 
pass through
Revealing my all!

Clouds on water

‘Reflections’ – Photo by gfs

there are times
when distance melts
under clouds
drifting between us

light is our only source
of days spent waiting
for nightfall
and loves embrace

our hours spent
like those clouds
drifting in pools
reflecting the sky
and waves
ripples on water

why question love
knowing it is
between each beat
of the heart
our beginning
our always
ever after

Still the night

Spring Meadow near Old Chatham, NY – photo by gfs
Still the night
rings in morning vapors
rising as a songbird
waiting on the wind
listens for the echo
her eyes search
every treetop
for the plume
of a lost lover
watching nature
gently rising
in a spring of
love's new season

ears surely hear
voices
of angels
ringing
in forest temples
a choir of memories
(reflections)
ripples on water
leaving shadows
living still
as tears washed
in kentucky blue
painting colors
of the day

Memories of love

“Promise of daylight” Sunrise, Hilton Head Island, SC photo by gfs
There is only love
Does the ear hear the truth
Or make up a lie about itself
Am I worthy of this
Surely others deserve more
So much time has passed
Days filled with unspoken tears
Fountains adorning monuments
To broken hearts
Promises and dreams
Rose gardens in winter
Sun fading low in the sky
Shadows frozen beside our lives

How can all this be
Look beneath the glare
The water’s flow has hidden
All the holding on
To dreams in summer sun
Green fields and wild flowers
Lavender touching the sky
Reaching into the heart
Filling her with promises
Letting the light reveal
All there ever was
Uncovering uncertainty
With memories of love