Wings on the wind

There is always flowing
a way to ourselves
the nature of being 
like wings on the wind
Reminder of entries
into the world
where silence forgives 
the questions beyond
A day in our dwelling
left lost in the light

“Taking flight” – photo by gfs

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

Know thyself

Harvest Moon – photo by gfs

If I can’t find myself
could I ever find love
Is there a space and a time
an Alcyone sunset
Beyond the Valles Marineris
Soulfully wandering into a dream
Nothing is left to define
For all we’ve forgot is divine
The heart becomes etched 
in sacred reflections of life
Yesterdays colors living forever
as Polaris and Crux came to see
A silver moon rising out in the blue
Uncovering all we ever have been

Memories of Love

Blue Ridge Mountains – photo by gfs

On the edge of the sea 
She touched my heart
through the look in our eyes
standing lost in this 
forever dream

Feeling the cold water foam
over footprints left
in the sands of time
among the reasons 
flowing into being 

We are never alone when we listen
to the seabirds calling
or the will of the wind 
In our hair touching
our forever souls

How could the cold ever enter
as an icy winter chill
bites through the fingers 
aching like the heart 
Lost by goodbye

There is an eternal Sun 
to warm the sands our lives
painting new horizons 
Shades of amber and gold melt 
into memories of love 

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!

Clinging to a dream

Cedar Beach, Fire Island, New York – photo by gfs

There is no truth
without the heart
Within the mind
we lie (in wait)
for what we would
believe because
knowing cannot

Therefore we cling
to our dream
Without understanding
our place
Without trusting
the truth
that made us whole

In living
and breathing
days into nights

 

Time Passages

“Psyche” Cameo on Vase – Corning Glass Museum – Photo by gfs

This passing will change the counting of seats

The wisdom of age replaced by old thought

Once was intended to balance the power

Is courting an outbreak of justified anger

Transparency

The Reaping

_{Sailing skull, Burlington Harbor, VT by gfs}

There will be no more warnings

No more shots across the bow

Are we receiving all we have sewn

Or just a memory of times forgotten