Sky reaching into our spirits declaring
the beauty of our world
in the simple movement
of clouds,
and birds
in the tapestry of blue.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
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In A Quiet Wind
In a quiet wind, leaves dance
and our healing takes shape,
in the form of words
drifting
into a poem.
I love how leaves are carried
for miles,
down the mountain.
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Life Across the Sky
The light of dawn
warming the autumn air
streaking
life across the sky.
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Writers
We were writers back then, weren’t we My Love?
Writing over every scar,
infusing every story
with the imprint of the other
inseparable really,
an edge
to our day and night
as we got lost in each other’s arms
and found out who
we really were
with fresh lines
we even spoke our own language,
had a certain wildness.
Love written
on our hearts,
so amazingly…….
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He Surrendered His Dragon
He surrendered his dragon as the huge beast bowed at her feet. Her long brown hair flowed behind her
and down her her long white gown trailing in the wind. But she was far from a damsel in distress. A true warrior,
her royalty was the strength of nations. As she gently laid down her shield, she knew he was worthy.
He dismounted and his first line was, “Love does give us the strength……and the courage……to find who we truly are.”
And so it all began….
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Note: Did you know I write fiction too?
Peace Be Still
A quiet in the pine trees today brought light,
a silence that said,
“Peace be still…..”
removing my filters,
removing my noise,
I could see clearly
there is a One
that made us all.
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Ghosts Often Keep Silent
In the mist, in the density of fog, ghosts often keep silent
taking away even the joy
of birds chirping
preferring a silent forest,
yet keeping their presence
their shadows as they
blip
in and out, waiting
saving the scare
for tourists with too much cologne
and clean,
expensive tennis shoes.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
