Past tense

“The Prince” – Gallery in Sedona AZ – Photo by gfs

heart to heart soul to soul
thoughts race across the moon
science never finds the truth
searching always for its proof

should we listen to voices
always selling us their goods
when hearts cannot be sold
and love not ours to hold

take my hand again to feel
the warmth within our veins
let life become the memory
a past forgotten lying empty

kisses sealed in evermores
as songs will still refrain
awakening within the ears
the dawn of all our fears

tomorrow comes to those who wait
today ours to behold
passing fades into our dreams
while nothing is as it seems


The Path Forward

Saratoga State Park, NY – Photo by gfs

How do we heal our hearts
Wondering where we stand
In a forest lamenting
the rise and the fall
Of greatness and simple endeavors
This too shall pass
as pages written into history
For the ages of time on earth
Still we remain
With our works and our ways
Seeking hands to guide
Our path through the shadows
and trees

Clinging to a dream

Cedar Beach, Fire Island, New York – photo by gfs

There is no truth
without the heart
Within the mind
we lie (in wait)
for what we would
believe because
knowing cannot

Therefore we cling
to our dream
Without understanding
our place
Without trusting
the truth
that made us whole

In living
and breathing
days into nights

 

No time to cry

Photo: Boardwalk at Bethany Beach, DE by gfs

Time is all I have to keep
And all now you’ve given up
Faded leaves are washed away
In snow melt seen turning to clay

Rivers run cold as the hills unfold
Letting down in their winter dreams
Maples will fill up-rushing again
For the sweetness of life to become

Was it hard to go with no hand to hold
at the crossroads when waking to dreams
I’ll wonder at this and a thousand things
In the days that are mine still ahead

For today you see I’ve no time to cry
No way to find all the tears
I’ll keep them for you to come when they’re due
In a place and a time left to find

Spelling cast


Dreams become us
we will our way
Into the winds
the Way we come to find
the Love we leave
the light we shine
in ancient halls
remembered

Do not fear
for all the signs
as sense has brought
forever
always near
the reason left
recalls the turning
seasons

What was found
beneath the stone
within the clay
now frozen
was understood
the canvas splashed
by color brushed
with Artist hands

Under cover
days defended
with words we spell
untold
feel the storm clouds
fell the oak
and raise this
understanding

Photo “Autumn Path”  by gfs

A fair wind

standing
at a precipice
we felt
the earth move
and there
among the clouds
we dreamed
things that mortals
seldom dare
unearthly visions
sank beneath the haze
sand slipping
into an ocean
of memories
lost in time
light filtering
to a seabed
waves (of emotion)
still flowing
even as the storm
has passed
and sails billow
again (reaching)
before a fair wind

Far From Here

She’s looking away
into a far sky
across a canyon of hope
To a place
where she knew
he would remain
even as he stood
by her side

Her dreams
and their dreams
Melting in ice falls
of tears
falling like rain
Knowing the leaving
was coming too soon
and knowing how
love was forever
As rivers flowing
and sails
on its oceans
searching
for passages home
There is no distance
in the heart
she said
and agreed
time’s return was
too soon

Memories wait
forever unfolding
new lands beheld
in the sun
and there
hearts will keep
between sheets of rain
the presence returning
in reflections of light
in his eyes

Photo by gfs – Near Chandler, AZ 2017

raison d’être

mountain tree

Summer days waking the earth
Wind and fire rain upon the land
Will it find hope
extinguished with the flames
or Spirit rising with the wind

Is this the reason for being
For rising tides
and rainbows on far horizons
for beauty and passion
for holding onto life

Meadows fill with windflowers
Born by the light
of a distant sun
Whose love knows no boundaries
Embracing the oceans of time

Where do the songbirds go
When night falls
Do they fall from the sky
Does the earth gather them up
to rise again with the dawn

Do the wing-ed’s songs
Echo and vanish with them
Leaving the Nightingale
Alone – keeping vigil
Through the dark?

Are we the same
Do the dream worlds we visit
while sleeping
Become what’s the matter
with life

Or is life what happens
when we dream
Of forests whispering in the wind
and the snow that waits
Above the Tropic of Cancer


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