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!
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
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
Day upon days
melt into years
lessons from living
now passed
What would we give
to know how today
would become
from the echoes
of love
Now is the moment
lighting the rest
of our lives
Hours are dreams
to color our days
with memories made
in reflections
of earthly
delight
Image: “Fortune Cookie” by gfs
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
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
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
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