Safe in Each Other’s Arms

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Where did we begin My Love? You were always my blue sky, drawing me into your essence,

and I became your rock, the earth under your feet, ruddy in appearance,

but we both got so lost in each other….. and found at the same time…..

I’m not sure how we happened, where it all began…..but I do know My Love, you will always carry my heart,

and we are safe

in each other’s arms.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: Influenced by an earlier work.

I Saw the Light

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I saw the light of my people, of all people

walking over rugged terrain,

in small towns, in the cities,

sometimes through ruins

marching peacefully

with fire in their hearts,

huge crowds gathering

for their brothers and sisters,

for all people…..

demanding liberty

and justice

for all.

      

Poetry © Copyright 2020, ancient skies, image from unknown news agency

A Love Story

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She never trusted in the dark side so she took my hand instead,

I wasn’t exactly a knight, but she saw something within me she could believe in,

and she wasn’t exactly all flowers, but her heart carried a priestess within, filled with light,

I recognized some of her scars, and I knew her beginning was a hail storm,

we both knew, and became synced when I tried to capture her flag….she took mine instead,

before I even knew what had happened,

and we never quite reached the height of eagles, we were more like hawks,

but at least we were not crows, all noise and no substance,

we live with grey feathers now, carrying courage, healing each other, and……very much in love.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

How it All Began

20190427_101241He was just 17 when he first started searching for his spirit, deep in the cool darkness of the woods.

With light streaming occasionally, he always found the shadows of wings in the stillness,

not quite a ghost. And water falling through rocks brought calm, balm for his soul,

until a crow bursted with noise, offended by his presence. He could sit for hours on the large rock,

by the rope swing, especially in winter listening to the silence of the snowfall….

that’s really how it all began. Soon he would study the tribes, including the Lakota and Cheyenne.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Turning the Pages

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As isolation, and a cold rain batter against our windows

threatening take to take our spring away,

threatening our joy

we know our victory

is not far away,

so redeeming the time

we pick up our paper and pen,

turning the pages,

finishing another chapter,

telling the story,

no one else can tell.

    

Have you written today?

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2020, ancient skies

In the Power of Green

20160709_140126In the power of green filling the leaves

a new strength, born again

a healing of our spirits,

an assurance

that no sickness is forever

that life runs deep

and strong within each

of our frames, even more

than the forest decorated

with oak and poplar trees.

It is spring, after all.

Hope and power, both together.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies