Greeting the freshness of now,
morning slips off her darkest robes
and settles into the perfection
of a soft gown of pastel colour,
stretching to touch the baby blue hues
eyes eager to find the sign
of a blessed day to come.
Air hangs heavy like thoughts,
thunder and lightning now far from here,
sight and sound breathes calm
and I fall into peace staring off to the heavens
listening to the rhythm
of the beating of a heart
alive in the moment
finding a simple bliss.
Wild weather yesterday with lightning and thunder that rattled the house, love a good storm this time of year, water to nourish and cleanse and a morning sky filled with watercolor hues always allows my day to begin in a blissful calm I relish. Happy Momday my friends, keep calm and motor on.
Edges found at trails end
as journeys give time
the mind gathers thoughts
alphabetized in the shelves of the mind
endless untold stories
on the cusp of the tongue.
Beneath the endless skies
the memory wanders untethered
slipping in and out of focus
beneath the blazing heat that moves
a wavy-gravy hodge podge of moments
dripping like rain that gathers its crowd
in the billowing clouds it spills unheard.
Unprepared, the minions move
in the frenzied way of a child at play,
as the beauty of a world above changes
the illumination of a thought rises up
spilling in rainbows in the darkness
and night can only hide so much
for the stars that glitter
across a velvet field
are diamonds of a lost world grasping
at the shiny things just out of reach,
a thought slips through
born of fire and ice,
weak yet growing strong
as time goes by.
There can be no excuse
just a slipping away unseen,
time an element of no meaning
just a name given,
the essence of a soul drifts
neither here nor there,
a seed on the wind.
Gentle in the night
smoothed yet rough our thoughts give way
slipping into the edges
unseen yet felt
reading the surfaces with eyes closed
waiting on the precipice of a dream.
Seeking answers we search
where the colors meld into trapped corners,
we notice what lay unseen
as we had walked by sky gazing
unaware what lay off to the side patiently waiting,
crumbs of truth lingering in the shadows
we plucked them up,
spiriting them away in deep pockets
the essence of thoughts
we deem worthy.
The ears wait to hear new ideas
as our hands touch the spaces between
softening the concrete feelings
the powdered remains will fall away
becoming one with the wind
we inhale each others essence,
absorbing the emotion spent
as learning doors open to give entry
to the seeker of the silence
nestled down into the throes of dreams
relaxes and lets itself go
to slip into the depths
of the peace of bluest oceans
far, far away where a blue tomorrow lay.