Tears in the Rain

‘Fire Island Sun’ – photo by gfs

How swift are the tides
rolling on shores
with wind weaving cattails
into sand dune dreams

Moonlight rises within the waves
having only the stars to decorate her love
Sparkles her crown in the indigo blue
Silver light shadows fall to the earth

Leaving as red sunlight wakes
stealing the dark
Melting the dewdrops into the day
like tears in the rain

Made to surrender
all the heart’s seasons unfold
witness to heaven falling to earth
waiting to waken her hand to behold

City of Lights

~ 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

“Queen of Hearts”

Black Cherry Brandy

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

“Tour Guide” Allerton Garden – Kaua’i, HI ~ Photo by gfs

Heart of the World

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

Light of the Soul

Treetops near Freeport, ME – photo by gfs

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