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
Shadows growing longer
into starlit
frozen skies
I would wait forever
now is all I have to keep
for musings of the heart to be
the dreams return from sleep
What have we lost
on this journey
into being
or gained without consent
even wonder
at the way
life interceded without asking
and still we hope
Prayers for healing
all the while what is wasted
are the words we didn’t see
the light in your eyes
the breath of summer wind
warming the skin
as if wrapped by a lover
trees weeping as autumn
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!
Snow covered landscapes
Memories frosting our lives
Talk of simpler days
Passing years in our youth
Moments without judgement
Remain in dreams
Thoughts crystallized
Formed in the twilight before
Ever there was
a way to remain
In the joy and laughter
of children
This then the dream
Forgotten at the gate
Sought in ten thousand shades
Of blue beneath a star dappled dome
Opened before
The world ever asked
To become
The life we once knew
There will be no more warnings
No more shots across the bow
Are we receiving all we have sewn
Or just a memory of times forgotten
Long shadows in ageless sand
Meaning is shifted by the tides
Waves wash away yesterdays
As feathers are lifted in the wind
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