The pursuit of peace

we wander the space,
caught on hallowed grounds
breathing in the air damp and clean
with feet that tread on softest grass
laying as far as eyes can see
a bed of comfort
home again.
A mind that see into forever,
gleaning the depths of lost souls
that carry the weight
of a thousand stones of heartbreak,
we test the waters
in pursuit of peace.
Nights of silence
broken occasionally by passing entities
rushing to find their way,
going somewhere,
nowhere in particular,
just zipping through the darkness
in search of more.
I breathe in the peace found
so far from the salted clouds
as memories in dreams seek attention
waking to find a comfort of sorts
in a well tuned instrument
of another day dawning,
with eyes that peer from sidelines
seeking to only understand
the changes afoot.
We return the old places,
like lost burial grounds of yesterday
we stand here amongst the familiar
yet sometimes find the soul that drifts
far afield amongst the wildflowers,
wandering in solitude
searching for comfort,
yearning for more.

On vacation with my love and the pups in the old hometwon, remembering the nature and seeing friends daily, sleeping like a babe, and loving the calm of this place.

Double trouble

So of course, after finishing bathing Chi (the one on the left) and drying her off, sending her on her way to finish her beauty self primping, I refill the tub and try to entice Apple (how now brown cow, you can’t catch me and I am NOT getting a bath) to get in the tub. While I am cajoling and pushing her into the water as gracefully as I can, Chi decides they must be in trouble and that she must have to get another bath. She jumps in beside the brown cow and sits patiently as the bubbles flew all over the place, looking all sad eyed and pathetic. Two clean dogs and one wet Mom….priceless. A day in the life of dog ownership.


They wonder if I miss it,

those places where my soul resided not so long ago,

where the blanket of white sits in still bracing air

and the ice dances like stars below the rising sun.

They ask if I want to return,

back to a place where memories were made,

to where faces are familiar and the ice of winter

fills my blood and slows my body

leaving me broken and pained

the scars of yesterday ripped daily

as the darkness of night comes too soon.

They ask if I’m happy

living here now in this place

where the warm winds sway

and it feels so far away from there,

here the bitter wind is a distant memory

etched in my psyche like a stone of names

in a lonely forgotten place where ghosts reside

and visitors are few.

I gaze into the light of the sun so high,

feeling the warmth blanket me like a child,

and though it is the season of time together

in my mind they’re never really that far

as I can speak to them in dreams

or smile at a moment that reminds me,

that home is where the peace is,

and I am here in that place

at this very moment,

a halo of goodness greets my heart

for the love I carry sees me through

with sweet thoughts of you.