The ghost within

She sings songs of blue worlds

those never seen through these eyes

The view of lavender hue

whispers like ghosts long gone

returning in the passing dusk

to gently say hello again.

She sings of star filled skies

of phantoms that run in forests deep,

here then gone,

but she knows the truth

with each indent below of passing thought,

time holds nothing for long,

to the eye invisible but souls ride winds

playfully reaching through words and design

to mark their presence

on waiting hearts.

He captures light in boxes

perhaps not seeing the entire shade

of her favorite colors in the box of his crayons,

he weaves effortlessly the magic

Like a modern Van Gogh

of starry nights and twinkling light melting

and her heart smiles for the pretty things ,

for the simple grace of love.

 

gorgeous photo sent to me by my father. Stunning, and the colors I adore and words that made my heart smile. Thank you Serenity.

With you

I close my eyes
As fever burns
Coursing through
I see you there
Not so far away
Yet I cannot be
Where I need to be
I cannot be
There with you.
The hands that heal
Will hold your force
As it moves through the hands
With light and life
To see you well
To feel you move
Free of the burden
Blood like a river
Moving past
The rocks that block.
I close my eyes and I am there
By your side
A daughters wish
To the light above
To see you through
To be by your side
Once more
But for now I wait
I send energy out
To see you smile
Once more
Another day
I will come
As my body betrays
At a time most needed
You are there
And I am here
And the saddest times
Are those spent apart today
Of absence
Of longing
Of ability to be
With you.

My mother is in for carotoid artery surgery this morning and I have a severe cold bug and cannot be there for her for fear of getting her sick. As I cough and sneeze, she is being healed by a surgeons hands. I send my energy out to stand in my stead, sad yet secure that she will be well once more. Asking for healing prayers this morning. Thank you my friends.

She is the color

Delicate leaves fall
Blanket of color upon the cool ground,
She is the color of my world,
She is the warmth
Of beauty.
Rainbow world is my illusion
Focused on the brightest days,
She has my heart
Shared with her own,
She is the piece so fragile,
She is the seasons of me.
Hand stitched emotion
Gliding in and out
Marking the path
Invisible way mesmerizing the eyes
With hidden scenes,
She is the arm of love surrounding me,
She is the keeper of the gentle smile,
She lights the world with her touch sublime,
She is the truth in a crazy world.
She silences the crowd with a sincere laughter,
They lean in to listen
The children of earth dance along
They hear her song in a frail whisper,
They hear their story
In each beat of her heart.
She echoes through dreams
Sweet lullabies
She spins her yarns and tales of mystery,
She captivates in color
Her life unfolding,
Blanket the world
In her gifts of the master.