Shades of blue

Overlook & perspective – Photo by gfs
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

Lullaby

Glass Butterfly Solar Chandelier – Corning Glass Museum Corning NY – Photo by gfs

When we were young
Life was laughter
Sunny summer shores
snowflakes and snowmen
Time was slow
Waiting for dreams
far from home

TV taught love
Broken promises
Happy ever after
Learning hard and fast
How hearts were broken
Watching school years melt
Flowing into rivers of life

Childhood laughter
Fermented in hollow casks
Emptied into tears
Memories of years
In between
Children raising children
Without knowing
The heart was for truth
While spelling lullaby’s
Sang them to sleep


Faith

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How do we account
for our loneliness
In a world suspended
from a thin wire
of hope

What are the dreams
we feel forsaken
the longings of the heart
left lying at the door
to life

Where is the wisdom
Forgotten in the realm
of rhyme and reason
in pluses and minuses
we believe

When shall we see
it is reason that left
us looking for answers
to questions
ever (never) more

Each is the dream
we came here to see
and each the shadow
cast on the land
unseen

Hope is the knowledge
of things not seen
as faith abides
in the heart
of our love

Photo – Maui Sunset – by gfs

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