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Perhaps My Love, the fire of faith is simply given
to fight against our cold blood, and the cruelty
of this world. As we offer ourselves
as sacrifices for sanity,
and love, burning
as a fire, our heart flame.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Filling my heart with song, is simply
standing on top of the mountain, touching the sky
being surrounded by the blue,
embraced
and listening to the wind.
I will praise the One.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Green leaves reflecting, noble trees
as the ducks paddle quietly,
and in a deep breath
light speaks,
with an assurance that beauty
is the strength we carry
in this world.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Summer,
ocean waves pulling us in, drawing us closer to a sense of rest,
as we feel more comfortable with our own peace,
knowing
seeing pieces of who we once were,
we invite the silence
of our own hearts,
saying quietly, “yes”.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Light dances on the ocean, little prayers really
for us to consider, purifying
our thoughts with the unlimited
being so deep and beautiful,
as the sky moves,
covering us with clouds pushed away.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
We are more than a rickety framework, covered
with skin, somehow carrying
cold steel within us.
No my friend,
we are always the oceans
covering the earth
reaching further
with our beautiful struggle
which proclaims there is a key
for unlocking
our lost horizon.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Redwing blackbird sitting on a branch, singing
our summer songs, with a little streak
of red, to add some fire
to his prayers.
Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
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