The ghost within

She sings songs of blue worlds

those never seen through these eyes

The view of lavender hue

whispers like ghosts long gone

returning in the passing dusk

to gently say hello again.

She sings of star filled skies

of phantoms that run in forests deep,

here then gone,

but she knows the truth

with each indent below of passing thought,

time holds nothing for long,

to the eye invisible but souls ride winds

playfully reaching through words and design

to mark their presence

on waiting hearts.

He captures light in boxes

perhaps not seeing the entire shade

of her favorite colors in the box of his crayons,

he weaves effortlessly the magic

Like a modern Van Gogh

of starry nights and twinkling light melting

and her heart smiles for the pretty things ,

for the simple grace of love.

 

gorgeous photo sent to me by my father. Stunning, and the colors I adore and words that made my heart smile. Thank you Serenity.