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
~ For Doug in memory of his beloved Dorothy ~
Somewhere in time
is the place where our love
is written in pages unending
To turn in my mind
as real as the sunrise
your heart painting colors in me
Far from the morning
we’re dreaming together
walking in rhythm and rhyme
I still feel the Seine
keeping step with our hearts
reflecting her waves in your eyes
As the flowers all blush
in city of lights
while Angels gather amazed
To gaze at two lovers
one starry night
lost in a moment forever
Yes words can fill pages
tho’ never enough
to tell all the stories of us
Still always our stories
of love will surround me
with whispers felt soft in my ear
Hollow blue sky
forgotten rails under silver birds
listen to the red wings chatter
about living among wild berries
waiting for the black cherries
to ripen and ferment
songs of a drunken celebration
pacing with folded wings
alive with anticipation
of a party
among the pines
and the honeysuckle scents
drifting on the summer breeze
along with their song
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
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
Seasons of green pass in the ocean breezes
Unattached to the palms
Waving hello … and goodbye
All at once though never lonely
Never wanting to cling
A warms sun shares her loving kindness
Beaming as if with pride
Sharing her glow of love
as a radiant dawn opening
painted in amber and orange watercolors
The flowers learn from the sky
They mimic the light
Creating their feast for the eyes
How can there be words
without the ears to hear them
the pages writ in spelling
all the ways to listen in
to time spent in the heart
digging through the ruins
of the days spent in between
the dark nights of the soul
All the wing-ed’s crossing o’r
soaring through the pines
a sky the eye somehow missed
whites wisps electric blue
drift away the day’s remains
drifts to the earth as letters
leaving what was willed without
the embers slowly fading
Wasn’t it thunder woke the child
On a storm shaken night in the wood
After flashes of fear cast its shadows
Flashed on rain splattered windows
(Alone)
Voices call crying asking for answers
Turnings are hollow and filled with remorse
Footfalls seem strangely awakened before
All of the memories scuttled and falling
(Teardrops)
Reverberations remaining bring shivers to bone
Reflections of summer’s tides ebb to the sea
Reason recalling the shadows and light
Recanting the proof found written in clay
(Resounding)
Is there another place to call home
Not an hour or minute left to spare the remorse
Seasons return as a gift out of time
Borne on the voices heard by the wind
(Listen)
Orrs Island, ME (photo by gfs)
Listen to snowfall
The hush all around
The sound of a voice
Sings soft in my ears
Calling days lit with wonder
Fears felt between
As the years
Grow together
Again
A snow squall of memories
Blanket this dream
Where you are the voice
Settling slowly
Drifting in the wind
Soft footsteps fade
into the shimmering
Light
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