New Dreams

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I remember weeping when you told me your dream of having hair again,

looking at old photographs telling the story

but now it’s Christmas, My Love

and the beauty of the season

is still healing us.

As the grief dissipates

we can dream new dreams

as as we embrace the future

nose to nose,

smiling, walking within the lights

as we hold each others hand.

    

Note: I share this as a matter of personal experience, of how love sees us through the difficult times, not out of any sense of self pity.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies 

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Survivors

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As I look out over the ocean I do see some dreams just beyond the horizon,

and yet within the storm the reality speaks

we are not always stronger,

all of us, each one of us

are somehow survivors, even

if we don’t know how we got here.

Perhaps the sun on the surface will at least place a smile on our face,

and the sand beneath our feet surging the power of the Earth into us

so that we are able to face the tides once again

with the pushing and pulling

against us,

we continue forward anyway.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Unified

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Every human heart longs for the flow of both peace and strength

unified,

so we can fill our wings

refusing our own rubble

completely overwhelming

the weakened ruins

of our world.

And then,

and then my friend

we will see the changes we need,

our rivers together

so glorious.

Protect your heart

until then.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Sending Light Deep Within

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We often live within the memory of the oceans, don’t we?

with every silent dream,

all our whispered prayers

as the water draws us

even farther along

allowing our spirits to stretch out

over the sparkling water

under the expanse 

sending light deep within

who we always were,

yet with a new revelation.

Sea water.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies