Light of the Soul

Treetops near Freeport, ME – photo by gfs

How can there be words
without the ears to hear them
the pages writ in spelling
all the ways to listen in

to time spent in the heart
digging through the ruins
of the days spent in between
the dark nights of the soul

All the wing-ed’s crossing o’r
soaring through the pines
a sky the eye somehow missed
whites wisps electric blue

drift away the day’s remains
drifts to the earth as letters
leaving what was willed without
the embers slowly fading


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


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!

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

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


The Path Forward

Saratoga State Park, NY – Photo by gfs

How do we heal our hearts
Wondering where we stand
In a forest lamenting
the rise and the fall
Of greatness and simple endeavors
This too shall pass
as pages written into history
For the ages of time on earth
Still we remain
With our works and our ways
Seeking hands to guide
Our path through the trees
and shadows

A violet dream

Summer Sunset – by gfs – image editing using Waterlogue on iPad

What dreams are felt
while waking hours
pass in seams of time
Where other days
and nights
are folded in
the margins of
the pages

Where was I
I thought I was
Within another
escapade
Then turned
my eyes to see
the shadow
sink into
what was a
violet daze

All of this
poured through sheets
of rain upon the wind
while hushed
the sound of
curfews broke
the hold
of hands that held
the lazy life
in lonely
lilting
light