Every Walk Will Bring You Treasure

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Every walk will bring you treasure, heart ascending

to the clouds, every step will slow 

your breathing,

as your mind unfolds

your dreams lifting

beyond the pine trees and over

the mountains.

No prophet ever saw such beauty,

the mystery of

your soul.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, and 2018, ancient skies

Originally posted March 2016 as, “Walking in the Woods”. Revised 2018

 

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Rivers that Have Renewed the Earth

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It is true that in the absence of sanity, our spirits search

reaching out

for the calm and peace

we once knew,

fortunately

we were never descended

from monsters

instead, shaped

formed from the same rivers

that have renewed the earth

since the beginning

of time.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

It Was 11:30 PM

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It was 11:30 PM when he made his last cup of coffee, stirring in the creamer while the rain pelted his kitchen window.

It was the wind that sent sheets of rain, lashing out in waves again and again. He was glad to be home.

It wasn’t much of an apartment but it was peaceful. Dimly lit, he kept only 2 lights on, like his father had taught him.

Should he read the paper? He headed for his chair. He realized nobody really read the paper anymore, did they? He decided instead to get out his travel book – the one on Ireland.

Someday he wouldn’t be working 18 hour shifts at the hospital anymore.

It was 12:10 AM when he fell asleep in his chair, the book still open on his lap, as he dreamed of a cottage by the sea. 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies