Endless Love

“Tidal Pools” Photo by gfs

Where does love go
Parting in another way
Yet always feels the same
Shadows long
In an burning setting sun
Does the heart grow callous
Toughen to age and time
Why all the longing
When she knows her forever dream
This is her day of joy

Where does love go
She never leaves or ever hides
The head laments her parting
Feelings like the tidal pools
Ebb and flow under the moon
Her silver reflection
On the still water
reminds us
She waits for us
Waits for the moon rise
Silver light heals the heart
Lets the head return to dreaming
and light to endless Love …

Waiting still

Silver moss listens

For the approaching footfalls

As love on the wind …

Haiku reflections

sunset and memories
is an eclipse of the soul
required to see

moonscapes and oceans
ebb tides shaping island shores
washing into dreams

blood moon tides rising
shall we choose our own colors
or let fate decide

USS Arizona Memorial – all photos by gfs

Memories of love

“Promise of daylight” Sunrise, Hilton Head Island, SC photo by gfs

There is only love
Does the ear hear the truth
Or make up a lie about itself
Am I worthy of this
Surely others deserve more 
So much time has passed
Days filled with unspoken tears
Fountains adorning monuments 
To broken hearts
Promises and dreams 
Rose gardens in winter
Sun fading low in the sky
Shadows frozen beside our lives

How can all this be 
Look beneath the glare
The water’s flow has hidden
All the holding on 
To dreams in summer sun
Green fields and wild flowers
Lavender touching the sky
Reaching into the heart
Filling her with promises
Letting the light reveal 
All there ever was 
Uncovering uncertainty
With memories of love 

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 

Beaches

Photo – Beaches – Cape Henlopen, DE by gfs

Long shadows in ageless sand

Meaning is shifted by the tides

Waves wash away yesterdays

As feathers are lifted in the wind

No time to cry

Photo: Boardwalk at Bethany Beach, DE by gfs

Time is all I have to keep
And all now you’ve given up
Faded leaves are washed away
In snow melt seen turning to clay

Rivers run cold as the hills unfold
Letting down in their winter dreams
Maples will fill up-rushing again
For the sweetness of life to become

Was it hard to go with no hand to hold
at the crossroads when waking to dreams
I’ll wonder at this and a thousand things
In the days that are mine still ahead

For today you see I’ve no time to cry
No way to find all the tears
I’ll keep them for you to come when they’re due
In a place and a time left to find

Casablanca – (We’ll always have Paris)

I kissed you in the morning rain
Dreaming there along the Seine
The city seemed to melt beneath
Our ray of love unending

Walked hand in hand together there
Elysian fields remembered
the Champs-Élysées’ parade of life
filled the daylight with forever

Montmartre’s steps took away our breath
and wrapped in purple twilight
Watched sunset shadows wash the streets
and paint a starry night …

While raising a Chardonnay’s soft bouquet
We toasted the City of Lights
The ages past, to all of France
Her romance, and her sights

Yes, we’ll always have Paris –
like the Seine our mem’ries will flow
Love isn’t always all that we dream
yet always more than we know …

Photo: https://www.timesofisrael.com/real-life-casablanca-story-is-even-more-dramatic-than-the-hollywood-classic/

Waitlessly wondering

Photo: Maui Sunset over Lana’i by gfs

Wait-less and wondering
just this ringing
in my ears
Past tense unfolding
you from my hands

I’ve wandered why
did thought hold onto
Temptation and tempers
and tastes left lingering
at the moon rise

Fingers pointing
words remaining
Shadows in silver light
Send shivers up
my spine

Awaking still quaking
within a dream
Left lying
at the gates of hell
Wishing me well

Telling stories of
sometime lost longing
In the heart
of a child lingering
where he cried

As a mothers love
told the stories
Held the hand
of the man he would be
coming

 

When yesterday came

Photo by gfs – Haleakala Sunset, Maui HI

There was a story
Told by sages
Of times
And trials
Lost to memory
Written in stone
Broken into
Forgotten sands
Such are the pages
History told
In voices
Long silent
Language unknown
Ears shuttered
Truth is not words
The best evidence
Only found
In the fires
Of mind!