Your Love

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Your essence is a bridge to the divine, a breath of wind

an ocean filling me, taking me beyond who I am

and I can believe again that there is hope

as long as there is

love.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

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Our Ageless Prayers

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As our ageless prayers maneuver beyond our fears, we can begin

to blend our peace as a trickle. Streams will begin and form

into hearts, as nations care more about people

and suddenly there will be a new ocean

with compassion, being restored

to the earth.

It begins with a trickle.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Huddles

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As the leaves begin to change and the sun begins to back away

it is that time again, for men everywhere to yell,

jump up and down, hoot and holler

at the completed 40 yard pass,

inside the ten yard line

first and goal.

      

Meanwhile she looks at us, waiting for what we promised

her time with us, with a movie so we can watch

and cry, and laugh, holding hands,

Nicholas Sparks.

      

Don’t ever forget men, who you truly love,

and that cuddles beats huddles

every single time.

    

Poetry © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

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By the Sea

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She was surprised to find herself on this path again. The two of them would come here often. And he would hold her as they breathed in the sea, encouraged by the smell of the pine trees. They were always stronger here.

“You left me too soon…”, she whispered. She could sense him though……as if he were standing right next to her….. Was he smiling? She wasn’t sure. She did manage a small grin, as she wrapped herself with her own arms, buffeted by the wind. But she knew she was stronger for coming here. And she vowed to always remember the warmth of the sun, and his embrace.

       

  Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Preferred Company

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Most of the ones beaten down, do not look for the company of another king,

preferring instead a tall glass of beer, with a trusted

friend, some soft jazz playing,

and perhaps on a good day

reading a story of

the courageous

conquering

the sea.

    

It has always been that way.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies