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

No time to cry

Photo: Boardwalk at Bethany Beach, DE by gfs

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

Spelling cast

Dreams become us
we will our way
Into the winds
the Way we come to find
the Love we leave
the light we shine
in ancient halls
remembered

Do not fear
for all the signs
as sense has brought
forever
always near
the reason left
recalls the turning
seasons

What was found
beneath the stone
within the clay
now frozen
was understood
the canvas splashed
by color brushed
with Artist hands

Under cover
days defended
with words we spell
untold
feel the storm clouds
fell the oak
and raise this
understanding

Photo “Autumn Path”  by gfs

When yesterday came

Photo by gfs – Haleakala Sunset, Maui HI

There was a story
Told by sages
Of times
And trials
Lost to memory
Written in stone
Broken into
Forgotten sands
Such are the pages
History told
In voices
Long silent
Language unknown
Ears shuttered
Truth is not words
The best evidence
Only found
In the fires
Of mind!

 

Under the rocks are the words …