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AI art 3 – Music of the soul
love’s sweet creation
is a world we find within
music of the soul
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
First Snow
No hand to hold
Behold – Earth begs our prayers, for peace and beauty, for giving of life, for love of labor beyond self
The new city stands still as mercury rises
The crowd of hosts wait breathless for words
Grief holds on behind masks of change
A mother’s tears are pleading please return to love
Photo – taken at Beaver Creek, CO by gfs
Love is a garden
Flowers bloom
springtime yearning
Golden rays
of sun
turn the good earth’s
gardens into love
Hearts believe
thoughts deceive
and wonder
at the ways
Relations turning
ever after
all the times
we cried
Tears became
the sacred rain
to fill the streams
of life
Ever flowing
toward their oceans
where waves
roll ceaseless
still
Robins nest
as cherry blossoms
fill the seasons scents
Rising ever
life’s desires
long to feel
our joy
Photo – Hawaiian Gardens by gfs
wanderer
the voice of nature
songs on the wind
whispering pines
Aspens quaking
as an Autumn sun
sets …
does she know
time as measure
what wheel work
fashions the seasons
for our pleasure
waves on beaches
shifting sands to roam
feet will ever wander
places never known
shores sailed by
looking for passages
to the heart
as the flowers
fragrance fades
and the Monarch
leaves
for home …
Photo by grandfathersky near Aspen Colorado 2013
Fire and Reign
Across the sky a band of cloud
Aether wind builds the Eagle reign
Dragon waits behind a great wall
The Bear’s long slumber has passed
Along The Way
how could we know
what would there be
forever’s flame
upon on the sea
of lives to live
in time and space
and destinies
in another place
where we became
and held onto
the love that left
and thought we knew
the reason for
the fire’s light
we would create
beyond the night
and farther from
the better or worse
we stepped into
this universe
and faded from
eternal sun
which watches now
the forgotten one
who lives without
the life within
the point of light
where we begin
a story told
of ancient days
ours to behold
along The Way
Image: Courtesy of Google Images
The Mountain Speaks
View from Pike's Peak, Colorado, USA
Huddled low within the snow,
wind whipped into a freshened storm,
becoming what the climber knew,
would drink of all he knew as warm.
Drifting mem’ries from far below,
a house and home across the sea,
where summer winds would beckon him,
to come and lift his spirit free.
In dizzied heights and slowly climb,
a mountainside – no two the same.
Not some foreign place to wander …
each holy place, without a name.
Against the sky where angels tread,
this was where true love was found.
Stepping slowly, reach the summit,
stand in awe, then turn around.
But ah! descent a lasting measure,
time to savor a journey’s end,
and trace the trail with certainty,
now his weight – a hand to lend.
Recall the granite face of God,
smiling brightly meant life is good,
but if it frowns and shadows roll,
His temper must be understood.
For creeping o’er the ragged peaks,
unbridled wind from a distant sea,
leaves sculptures frozen on the peaks,
then cascades onward to be free.
And having left this crystal palace,
in blankets o’er the rock and bone,
spirits will gather on the mountain,
to take a heedless climber home.
grandfathersky 