grandfathersky

Thoughts and feelings made into words about the world and times in which we live …

Thought forms are feelings
Welling up in the minds eye
Holding us hostage

_{Authors note: This Haiku came to me in a dream about a month ago}

the Polynesian
sailor viewed vast ocean waves
their rhythm his guide

life holds mystery
the key rests within your soul
you need only hear

recently the sun
crossed the center of the earth
sacre du printemps

She is new blown snow

Unless I float without form

My steps will remain

love’s sweet creation
is a world we find within
music of the soul

Silver moss listens

For the approaching footfalls

As love on the wind …

Come to me said she
Words in silence spoken still 
Echoes sweet refrain

Abundant hillsides
Let life ferment in cellars
the earth remains still

dreaming on the wind
waves roll in visions
clouds billowing past
in shadows of the moon

long horizons fade beyond
all we can imagine
ships sinking into waves
flowers drift past in reverence

to color the memories
of lives and loves lost
in the foolish attempts
to conquer our own hearts