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.

Glistening

Morning shines

reflective light glistens

crackling feeling

beneath moving weight.

Above they shine

sparkling ornaments clearing

allowing

moments frigid

time frozen till

sun deems to rise.

Frost covered world

deepest sleep of night

moving into this morning

calm and at peace.

 

beautiful photo found at : http://www.panoramio.com/m/photo/45546069

The waiting

Days of sun and silence

Enjoying the ease of peace that comes on far off winds

Purging the fears

The strength buoyant like birds on drifting waves

Lifting

Moving into swirling thoughts

Whole then tossed upon empty shores 

Waiting to be gathered

To be carried home.

In laughter the birds talk in groups

flying carefree on breezes 

hanging in space like ornaments of clouds

invisible strings held by a master of puppet like things,

she turns in circles

arms raised to catch the falling mist

of unexpected soothing rains beginning from nowhere

to give gifts of a rainbow

falling from the heavens like a wish come true.

Her hair falling backwards as she looks higher

seeking that answer that brought her here

and that song stirs in her mind,

why now of all times and then she knows

it is the song of days of laughter and smiles

and a love of summer she had wished would never end

yet she took each word

claiming it as her own

when it was indeed a truth owned by all,

but it brings comfort to know

that he is still here

running invisibly in the woods

searching for peace to deliver it to her

like a bounty at her feet,

all she wanted

that she needed was already there,

had been found not so long ago-

she just needed the reminder

the faith that yes,

these days are filled with blessings

and the dreams will come true in her time

in her style of belief

the feet will walk this land,

and like the song claim the story

for their own

long after she is gone.

I was pondering today…asking for a sign for something on my mind and a song came on that I don’t hear very often but it always reminds me of my beloved boy pup Zip, and I sang along and felt a smile and knew that he will see through that which will be true and I walked to the window, gazing towards the woods where he resides and felt that peace. Yeah, he’s still got it. I like gifts like those.