outside the dove calls
morning for a love that waits
whispers of her song
hAIku – 9 – Love waits
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Tag Archives: forgiveness
Blood Moon – AI Art 2
Blood moon tides rising
Shall we choose our own colors
Or let fate decide
Mother’s Day
Wishing all of you the very best of health, happiness, and sharing joy with those you love this Mother’s Day. – gfs
The Path Forward
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
Fading Colors
Is there a line across our lives
Emotions rooted in color fades
When the heart finds hope
and eyes refuse to fear the dark
Reflections on water
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
Rivers of tears
matters of the heart
lie hidden
these untruths
seldom revealed
to the light
of day
of eyes
lusting
lasting
leaving
of all the shadows
cold remains
purpose poses
as if to say
here I am
there I go
forever wandering
in time
never wondering
why we came
where we came
from and leading
to the fall
of water into
waves
eye motions
emotions beg
forgiveness of sins
signs in seasons
opening whether
the weather
the winds
and the rain
cry rivers of tears
cleansing rivers
of blood
while the soul
seeks forever’s
refrain
Photo – Sedona Sunset by gfs enhanced using Waterlogue for iPad
Daydream believer
take what you will of me
all of my heart
my soul
my dreams
for all this
I came to give
never mine to hold
never mind your reasons
they are yours
and mine
are mine
no two the same
are we not like snowflakes
drifting from the skies
decorating winter landscapes
or blades of grass
flowing over
summer lawns
why would we ever
want to change
what shadow spilled
over our eyes
entering this dream
hidden in plain sight
the truth in being
is its own answer
there is no lust
only lost
souls
still searching
for the love
they have always
been
Photo – Near Fort Ticoderoga, NY by gfs
Roots and Wings
Storms with thunder roll
across the land
Lives are trees uprooted
by the winds of change
Emotions tolling like bells
Far distant steeples
fall silent in the rain
As the water pools
Running in the streets
Streaming through our lives
Going home again
Faded memories waiting
Behind doors unopened
Through decades only dreams
walked these halls
How can I speak to friend
of the sense and the feelings
How the living and the dead
Reach up in bird songs
under the canopies of green
Stillness echoes from the hills
Honeysuckle blossoms on the breeze
Breakfast baking in the kitchen
Time cannot steal you away
Home lives forever in the heart
Image: http://www.dragonshades.com/tag/sunset/
Please visit: http://backtowhatever.com/2015/07/19/diary-of-a-return/
Star Crossed eBook
Star Crossed
Is an eBook release in Jan 2015 of a collection of poems nearly all published on WordPress, now available on Lulu.com and coming soon to Amazon and Barnes and Noble
Introduction –
The term Star Crossed must be as old as literature itself. It occurred to me that so many of the poems I’ve written over the years were expressions of just such times and places – People who meet and because of the alignment or misalignment of the stars, some twist of fate, or long forgotten destiny, they are swept together and then apart by the tides of life, leaving them to wonder what it meant, does it have a meaning, and wondering at life; often setting them on another journey of discovery, one that may never end, or lead to more questions.
To this poet everything has meaning, and in these words it is my sincere desire that the reader will find solace in knowing he or she is not alone in feeling that the universe moves in ways we may never understand, and find re-assurance that in moments like these we touch the soul of life and that those feelings which words can barely express, remain, a truth, forever. Yes, at night I often wonder …
At night I often wonder
in bed before I sleep
the sound of distant thunder
reflecting dark and deep
of songs I heard in places
so far removed from here
resembling all the traces
of things I hold so dear
for the thoughts we come to keep
sacred in our heart
become the tears we know we weep
when dreams from us depart
yet only in our dreams we will
forever hold those times
always in the shadows still
the voice of hope still chimes
and as my sleep enfolds me
I cling to what I’ve known
yet longing always to be free
from what day’s light has shown
journeys in the night enfold
and often I embrace
the gifts of love in life I hold
brought to me through grace
grandfathersky 