Waiting still

Silver moss listens

For the approaching footfalls

As love on the wind …

pearl

Still in Seneca – photo by gfs

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

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

Eclipse of the Moon

Poipu, Kauai Lunar Eclipse

a memory of being
present
walking
in all the times
known to us
~ hidden
in the discontent
and all the chatter
surrounding the coming
and going from places
dreamed or planned
or happening to be
such are the days
where flowers bloom
and moonlit nights
where love shines
tides ebb and flow
heedless of our whims

– photos by gfs

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

“Kauai Trade Winds” – photo by gfs

Wings on the wind

There is always flowing
a way to ourselves
the nature of being 
like wings on the wind
Reminder of entries
into the world
where silence forgives 
the questions beyond
A day in our dwelling
left lost in the light

“Taking flight” – 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 

To Touch the Sky

Photo by gfs

We are the wind
as are the pines
breathing the light
casting shadows
on the life they leave
beneath them
as if forgiveness falls
with every needle
into a blanket of love
nurturing new earth
outside of time
knowing no ebb
of the seasons
only whispers
and rhythms
of boughs singing
in the wind
her roots rising
through grace
to touch the sky

Through the Looking Glass

“Reflections Down East” – Bailey Island, ME – Photo by gfs

When was the last time
The mirror spoke the truth
Quicksilver satin lines
In shallow dimensions
A cloud of unkwowning
Sinking beneath the tides
Simple seasons seem
to tell us of our fate
Sight unseen to eyes
Journeys through the looking glass
Let her heart believe 
the lies she comes to know;

There is only make-believe
within the light of day
The circles ever round about 
Where hearts come out 
to play
Only essence still (in time)
Takes the sinner home
Lost in some embarrassment 
as if we may have known

There is no other way to keep
the truth
Of some forever (never been)
The sacred trust forgotten with 
the world within this dream

Take my heart for it is yours
My days are not my own
The light surrounds this side
of heaven
Where destiny as falling waters
sealed the words
forever writ into the stone
   
 
 

Shadows of self

This thing
following me everywhere
I go running
and still it haunts
My every move

Even in clouds  
On rain splattered
streets 
I am haunted 
By this fellow 

Darkness in the light
of the moon 
Unveils 
the source 
of my fears

To be transparent
Would allow
Too much
for the world 
to see

Myself could not
remain
Should the light 
pass through
Revealing my all!