The Ocean - PoemRippling waters like satin folds
Bend to the breeze that blows gentle
Like a whisper warm, waves wash ashore
And sands soft embraced; recede once more
The sun fair shines from sky above
It's rays of light so bright, my love
A crystalline dance
In a moment's time
Across a grand expanse
A pool like eyes
Beheld in blue
Gaze up at the sky
From down below
The surface glistens
Depths are concealed
Yet 'spite the blinding light
Blurred forms reveal;
Such wonders manifest in motion...
That is the sea...
Wanderer - PoemA soul without form;
You think you are free
But does freedom mean wandering forever?...
Adrift on the breeze
And then not the next moment...
You dance among clouds and descend like the dew
You taste life afresh
It's vibrant colors, it's hues...
Your laughter bubbles and bursts
Such a beautiful sound
But as soon as it fades
None shall find you around
You're off to seek adventure...
And all at once I realize...
I just wanted you to stay with me
All That is Beautiful - PoemSunlight dances across the water
And rainbows ricochet
Pools distort pleasing reflections
As merry mists enshroud valleys
The little hills do rise and fall
And babbling brooks they flow so gently
Behold the wonder of it all
It's elegance revealing majesty
The birds above soar on the wind
And as they freely fly they call
And set upon a branch they sing
Until they cease with soft night's fall
The stars bedazzle with their light
Set among the sky's deep hues
And the luminous moon; it shines so bright
And yet not half so bright as you
For yours is a light that can be felt
Even in my darkest days
And I would grieve your loss far more than sight
Were that light to dim and fade away
For truly there is no loveliness
That can compare to your sweet soul
You are my day
You are my night
And you are all that is beautiful
ReminderYour last gift to me
The last breath of what is now
But a dead, decaying body
A memory soon to fade away
A memento of what we once had
A ghost of what we could have had
A reminder of you, former dear
hammocks, hikes, hands, hues (of you).dreaming of hammocks
and hikes, hand-holding
and your hips pressed
i am dreaming.
i am dreaming.
that is so strange
and so new,
but so you.
hold my hand
into the forest
where you are king,
where i am foreign.
lead us into this space,
and let us dream.
a quiet testimony
to lie awake
in this lucid place,
where we control this,
finally hold this.
a place where my
reveries are delighted
by your face.
my dreams have missed
this place. and they've
Alone in an Old Church [25/30]Silence.
The shadows hum
The rafters whisper
The hymnbooks sing to themselves
And the dust hangs on their words.