She is new blown snow
Unless I float without form
My steps will remain

She is new blown snow
Unless I float without form
My steps will remain
Silver moss listens
For the approaching footfalls
As love on the wind …
Come to me said she
Words in silence spoken still
Echoes sweet refrain
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
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
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
Time sets us apart
Fire cooling into water
Turning with the earth
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
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