Moving hue

Spreading thin
added shades to blend within
the spectrum of beauty rises
like a subtle dream flows
through the mind that patiently sits
waiting in repose.
Beauty unearthed
from empty pages
blank with welcome
the hand follows the theme
of images flowing from deep wells,
the mind spins in eagerness
splashing the dream of what will be
across the naked space.
Have I been here?
Where do these colors thrive
with the intensity of scenes remembered
from a long gone dream
brought forth as the hand moved gently
spinning rainbows in water
as beauty and thoughts flow
like rain on parchment.

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Beneath the brightest moment

We move through the days
spinning wildly away
wondering where does this thing called time
fly off to while we look the other way.
Memories and faces remembered,
the times of our lives lived fully
and nestled away we dust off the image,
smiling at the moments
never realizing then
that we would carry it with us,
those laughs and tears
the lightest of years,
and so many no longer
in a place of sight,
we keep alive in our minds horizon
the precious ones gone
yet still they shine
beneath the brightest moments relived.
Days will keep moving
and we will shuffle along
being in the mix of light and dark
we cast our spell of kindness and joy
in places new and old,
we still remain changing daily
and standing tall we recreate
to suit our need,
diving into the life we live
holding gratitude in our souls
and love in our hearts
a treasure we cherish
on days like these.

Wishing you all far and wide, a Happy Thanksgiving from my home to yours. Peace and blessings for a day filled with new memories made and loved ones far away or no longer with us remembered with kindness and love ❤ I am blessed indeed. ❤

Beyond words

I live in a world
beyond words stacked high,
life spoken in lines
layed out and reaching far and wide
to reach the piece
of a yearning soul
that dives in to find
buried treasure.
Page by page
driven by the scene,
in between
the lines we find
the realm imagined
in anothers dream,
living through the moves,
the words strike chords
like the vibration of all,
song of the universe
heard by those who seek
the tune
aware of something more
unseen yet known
by the stars.
Lifted higher into the story
for a moment becoming
someone not ourselves,
emotion changes in seconds
with each new tale,
we reach the end feeling sad
as the cover closes
and we begin again.