Selections of memory

Slipping through the grains of moments
the seconds stripped of times demand,
we move through thoughts that carry knowledge
in the channel of movement
we watch and remember.

Selections of memory rise on water
and bob on waves of dreams of now,
floating deaf we hear the heartbeat
as peace gathers us close
we drown on bliss.

Chained by the hours we pull with might
to escape in the time where stars do play,
and standing below we watch and wonder
where the road or next chapter lay
as we gather words and form the stories,
tales we tell to see us through.

Unfolding forms of a minds creation
page by page we lose ourselves
in blanket forts with flashlights watch
the black and white force
of a memory unleashed.

Poetic thoughts running amok, good morning my friends and have a peaceful and blessed day. K

Beyond dreamland

There lies a place,
tucked within the smallest crevice
where dreams come to play in the deep of night.
We linger and whisper to the stars
our tiny secrets of the heart
for shouting aloud to hear my now
was never the way of the skies.
I lay below the field of wonder
and quench my heart of love found high,
in the name of all,
I know the truth will conspire
to witness the falling of miracles.
For in the space between here and now
there is a blip of sound that can be heard,
from the universe that always hears
the faintest whisper of a feather falling,
it holds us in the warm embrace
and shelters the soul
in the arms of clouds,
and delivers with a gentle nudge,
the strength to carry us along.

Still flying high on the excitement of the book release and tomorrow the ebook will release on Amazon. For those who need the link, here you go my friends ❤

Depth of Silver

Burning below the horizon,
elements of imagined fragments
flicker in a dream disturbed
by the depth of silver-
memories lined with gold
fill my soul.
Wonderous mood of free-flight
carries a soul through the firestorm
and melted edges run smooth
for time heals scars unseen,
and strength stands to see above
the smallest grain of bitterness found.
We walk the standard path
as we follow the lines
on treasure maps of old now seen-
one step forward to a run
into the sun,
and through the deepest heat
we are cooled by the memory
of ice running down in death,
puddles reflecting
yesterday reborn once more.
Dreams can mask truth
and emotion can fuel storms,
yet choosing to see deeper
we can set it aside
and step through lightly
to the other side unscathed.

I thank you dear friends for the wait. My old iPad…my very, very old iPad, could no longer keep up with the times so WP disconnected me due to some security thing they had concern with. Alas, the world runs on 12 and I couldn’t even upgrade to 10. Blessed with a shiny new iPad I am now free to roam the internet WP world once more.

I’m back…..shiny happy iPad works like a dream and my first post on it is in your hands. Have a blessed and beautiful Sunday☀️