Water colored skies

Through her tears
Falling trough the summer sun
She paints rainbows
Like water colored skies
Upon the palette of blue
Dappled with clouds
That cover her memories.
She searches her world
The ocean depths of cerulean blues
As the waves of loss
Drown her within.
Wind blown sand stings
Embedded on canvas
Becoming one with itself
Shell fragments like knives
Cutting in to her heart of thoughts
And the blood pumps faster
Falling like crystals at her feet
Dressed in a prism
Of colors that made her
Empty to whole
As the treasure at the end
Was always found within,
She will grab a new sheet
And start yet again.

Into the light of sunshine

She meanders below the blue
Searching beds for treasure
Shiny bits of magic
Dreams of glistening drops
Reflected by the light of sunshine.
She listens to the hush
The underworld of oceans
Rocking motion moves her
Back and forth
Her path of waves in wind.
She looks above in strength
Knowing where she needs to go,
Surfacing to the air that fills
Her soul with warmth untold.
Ships pass unaware
As she watches him move above
His slow easy motion she senses
His energy quiet and strong
He gazes out into the distance
Feeling a gaze of eyes burning bright
Smiling she moves so close
Her mosaic world of hues of water
His wooden vessel skimming her path
He knows there’s something out there
Waiting and unseen,
He lifts his hand to the wind that blows
And she knows this is indeed
Her destiny.
She rises up into the light of sunshine,
Exposing herself
Her feelings
Her soul
As time stands still he smiles gently
And she knows this is her way
To home.

Thinking of mermaids and sunshine for my dear muse Kat. Always one to inspire stories and thoughts of the sea and the sunshine we rise to greet with each morning we awaken.

Her wilderness

There is a fire burning
within her soul
her fields grown long waiting
one spark as embers ignite
the wilderness of her heart
colored in flames of bliss
watching it burn
she smiles
alive.
She walks between the dreams
tending to her flock
driving them to safety
with a gentle wave of her hand
as the fire climbs higher
she knows the paths
lays claim to the safety
of the other side
breathing without concern
she is here.
Her eyes move to the skies above
the swirling patterns
the smoke infused like burning sage
cleansing the walls of her
mindful home
clearing space for more dreams
she will tuck away
for tomorrow the rains shall come
and will wash away the ash,
the color swirling down the drain
and she will begin
once again.

Lovely photo found at: http://www.soulvisionart.com/gratitude.html