Aloha

Presence in the wind
love moving through
a dream we call life
days answer to ears

Not listening to voices
carried on the breeze
along with sea spray
the scent of plumeria

Calling lovers together
to hold on once again
in a the sharing of light
and silent echoes
of hello
“Kauai Trade Winds” – 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

Let us listen …

“Moon and Evening Star” – photo by gfs

echoes in lost canyons
music of the spheres
living calls a song
ears touched by the feeling
longing to be heard
a voice on the wind
will wait forever
to share this mystery
always love has been
yet still hearts are stolen
night is broken
dreams forgotten
no matter the appearance
forests are more than trees
roses more than color
more than scent
what slipped through the cracks
in shattered dreams
returns to us
by the light
a rhapsody in teardrops
notes written
in stardust
on our hearts



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

The Wind Listens

Lahaina, HI – photo by gfs

Wasn’t it thunder woke the child
On a storm shaken night in the wood
After flashes of fear cast its shadows
Flashed on rain splattered windows
(Alone)

Voices call crying asking for answers
Turnings are hollow and filled with remorse
Footfalls seem strangely awakened before
All of the memories scuttled and falling
(Teardrops)

Reverberations remaining bring shivers to bone
Reflections of summer’s tides ebb to the sea
Reason recalling the shadows and light
Recanting the proof found written in clay
(Resounding)

Is there another place to call home
Not an hour or minute left to spare the remorse
Seasons return as a gift out of time
Borne on the voices heard by the wind
(Listen)

To Touch the Sky

Photo by gfs

We are the wind
as are the pines
breathing the light
casting shadows
on the life they leave
beneath them
as if forgiveness falls
with every needle
into a blanket of love
nurturing new earth
outside of time
knowing no ebb
of the seasons
only whispers
and rhythms
of boughs singing
in the wind
her roots rising
through grace
to touch the sky

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!