Pool of color

Beneath the surface pools
beauty lingers waiting
a refill of the shallow tank needed
to release
the stars that cling.
The sound of water that gives life
over the small mountain rock
the bluest horizon of waves
so close yet so far.
The moon moves and sets pace
the tides will fill and empty
the earthen net that caught
the life for view
by the mortal that lives above,
enchanting the senses for scenic images
before sweeping back out
to the under water world
the stars will move
above and below
in magic splendor
reflected drop by drop
of precious serum that saves.

My mind keeps singing Under the Sea from the Little Mermaid….I don’t know….that’s just how my mind flows….more coffee me thinks 🙂 have a beautiful day ❤

We all shine on

Waiting in the wings
flickers of moonlight fill the mood
overflowing buckets of stars falling
shining on like diamonds
we wonder why
grounded on sand
how can we be
as bright as thee.
Twinkling silver dots the sky
whispers of the wind slip by
calling us to higher things
knowing the gifts this life always brings,
we stand together in darker days
time moving in its wondrous way
we cling to the wishes
granted by stars
aware of who and why we are
drifting through space
the human race
to share the love
is all it takes.

A poem for all of my blogger friends, Sheldon who asked for more art particularly, a rhyming bit for the G man, hope and love to gift to E and more,
so many to name but if you’re reading, know you are included. We all shine on….always.
Artwork created with watercolors, swarovski crystals (the stars) and OPI nailpolish (My voice is a little Norse) color an hour ago ❤ and unfortunately, my camera did not do the colors justice, moon is a shade of crimson mixed with a whole bunch of others I don't remember 🙂 that's how I roll 🙂

A thousand stars

Lost in the thoughts of cosmic delight
a thousand stars on silent nights
and wishes made on shooting light
we find the peace
let go the fight.

We sit spellbound as sights change form
this special time is far from the norm
as strength becomes sewn from what was torn
in peace we find
we are reborn.

We win the game that which we choose
and walking away we cannot lose
as skies cocoon us in heavenly blues
the feathers found
like beauteous clues.

Just some thoughts in rhyme as my day gets moving, off to work and counting down
with the gift of only one day next week on my final week, Sunday and then emptiness for the rest of the days. I know I am truly blessed to not have to spend any more time than necessary in such a dark place. Saw the schedule and laughed in glee. Big weekend next as a special friend arrives and that makes me doubly blessed indeed. Yay!!!! counting down the days, wishing on stars for peace and healing for the world. Peace and love, K