Are the Northern Lights
not a mystery
Do they not show grace
Lights the sky
When the Sun is gone
And the little wills of men
Fear the dark
hAIku – 11 – Northern lights
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Tag Archives: dreams
hAIku – 10 – Life’s mystery
life holds mystery
the key rests within your soul
you need only hear
Waiting still
Silver moss listens
For the approaching footfalls
As love on the wind …
Shades of blue
Snow covered landscapes
Memories frosting our lives
Talk of simpler days
Passing years in our youth
Moments without judgement
Remain in dreams
Thoughts crystallized
Formed in the twilight before
Ever there was
a way to remain
In the joy and laughter
of children
This then the dream
Forgotten at the gate
Sought in ten thousand shades
Of blue beneath a star dappled dome
Opened before
The world ever asked
To become
The life we once knew
A new day
Budapest Sunrise – Photo by gfs
No time to cry
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
Casablanca – (We’ll always have Paris)
I kissed you in the morning rain
Dreaming there along the Seine
The city seemed to melt beneath
Our ray of love unending
Walked hand in hand together there
Elysian fields remembered
the Champs-Élysées’ parade of life
filled the daylight with forever
Montmartre’s steps took away our breath
and wrapped in purple twilight
Watched sunset shadows wash the streets
and paint a starry night …
While raising a Chardonnay’s soft bouquet
We toasted the City of Lights
The ages past, to all of France
Her romance, and her sights
Yes, we’ll always have Paris –
like the Seine our mem’ries will flow
Love isn’t always all that we dream
yet always more than we know …
Waitlessly wondering
Photo: Maui Sunset over Lana’i by gfs
Wait-less and wondering
just this ringing
in my ears
Past tense unfolding
you from my hands
I’ve wandered why
did thought hold onto
Temptation and tempers
and tastes left lingering
at the moon rise
Fingers pointing
words remaining
Shadows in silver light
Send shivers up
my spine
Awaking still quaking
within a dream
Left lying
at the gates of hell
Wishing me well
Telling stories of
sometime lost longing
In the heart
of a child lingering
where he cried
As a mothers love
told the stories
Held the hand
of the man he would be
coming
The Rite of Spring
Heart to heart
There is no cure
To fires longing
Ever seeking
To know
The eyes of love
The rite of spring
Unfurled on wings
Lifted lonely aching
Barren branches
Quake to know
The wind and rain
And sun
Boughs that join
The earth and sky
Spirit holds the hand
Of life the essence
Of the dream
Rising through
A sacred cord
Photo: Morning Sunfire by gfs
Under the rocks are the words …
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