Built for you

I drafted a circle in the sand
digging deeper and deeper
waiting for the tide to shift,
to change and move
filling the indent
pooling and swirling
reflections of clouded skies
and just a hint of sunlight
whispering through.
A moat around the castle,
grains of sand built up and smoothed
circles upon circles rising
backdrop like a real life play
no curtains to hide
just pieces of structures standing strong,
built to withstand this life.
I imagined it for you
cast of dreams and beauty and words
bit by lovely bit pieced together
hand crafted with the wisdom and spirit
that fills to overflowing,
and I gave you a key
to unlock the door to the magic
yours whenever needed
and the coffers are filled
with all of the needs
priceless things indeed
to carry you through
I give this to you
with a special hope that you see
how much you mean to me,
where you are and where you’ll be
just close your eyes and drift away
to castles by the sea
and I’ll meet you there
where the horizon finds the blue
and slips away to unlock the stars
above our heads in their splendor
guiding us home.

As one

We run our thoughts through scenes,
colored images exploring the realms
in empty spaces found
dipping our mind in to swirl it around
mix it all up creating something new
special and sincere
like rain on a solitary afternoon
we become as one
feeling the drops fall
plopping down to the ground
making a mighty splat
we marvel at the makings
of natures art.

Watered down days of paintbrush strokes
and songs that soothe the mind
relaxing us into the place
where artists dwell unseen,
we blend in becoming
something new from ingredients found
in dreams and ideas
we craft them into collages
sea shells and waves
on blank canvas we shuffle it here
and then there
trying to fit pieces in to appeal,
we realize there is a bit of us
within each frame,
as love is all in the end
we evaporate to become
the images of our perfect selves.

Beautiful art found at :

Poem inspiration from Magarisa latest post:
https://detoutetderien2015.wordpress.com/2017/09/28/taken-whole/

 

Growing wings

When we were small
tiny in a too large world
bits of fluff clinging like moss
to our new selves,
comparisons were often made as we stood
teeter tottering through the maze
of learning of our existence.
We were told someday
we would fly high if we tried
but to take our time
the world would wait and we needed to learn more,
follow more,
before we could be more.
I believed we could
be like those I saw on quiet summer mornings
meandering on breezes
lost in thought
cascading in endless flight-
and I was there too
in my mind,
the child’s eye sees so much more
than credit is ever given
from different perspectives,
small yet still
so very large in scope.
As our feathers grew,
we were trained in manners
and what was proper and what we couldn’t
shouldn’t do
and then we became dry,
our tiny feathers brittle with non use
and we hid in corners flapping them
wishing them to grow faster
to carry us away
where our dreams somehow lay
beyond the concrete and darkness
we knew there was light,
for we saw it in the eyes of others
the fine multi colored flocks who held laughter
and a shine in their eyes,
for they were taught
yet ignored the lesson,
instead jumping off ledges to strengthen
their wings and feathers full and beautiful to see.
We watched them in awe,
knowing there was a truth in there somewhere,
and knowing that what we were taught
had somehow turned into something so wrong,
that there was a world out there,
with many species of us,
shapes, colors and sizes
and so we stood on our shelf
and edged our toes to the limit
and closing our eyes falling forward
as the wind rushed into our faces
and we felt the fear of failure,
flapping our wings for a moment in desperation,
we saw that they had grown so long
the magic happened when we paid it no mind,
and we turned them this way and that
catching the breeze that carried us
through the window of perception and beyond,
we had found that in letting go,
we could soar.