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!

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

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

Pause

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Would there be art
if we did everything
a well as we can

Let life mimic
every note of music
every line of verse
each brush stroke on canvas
every strike of the chisel
(notes on marble)

pause in our lives
(we step away)
looking at reflections
in mind and memory
missing what we did
long for what will be
will it to be art
past tense is practice
the future a dream
every day now
minutes and hours
(ours to love)
hold and let go
each a moment
to give a gift
to life

Photo: Sculpture / Vienna Art Museum / by gfs 10/2019

Reflections on water

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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