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Whispers in the mist, surrendering to the rain,
as the wind gently plays with the leaves
I suddenly remember
a younger thunder
when you and I listened
to those sounds, that story
only told by summer.
So young we were back then,
yet we do
still hold hands.
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When they first met, looking into each other’s eyes,
they recognized the scar tissue deep
in the other’s heart,
yet within the light
of their embrace
they held onto the healing,
actually
they healed each other,
so amazingly.
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When she found him she discovered he really was a warrior,
so she was willing to accept his shield,
having fallen into the strength
of his arms,
and he always found his answers
in the oceans of her eyes.
Together
they were more than just arrows flung
into the ambiguous,
learning that love is greater
than any strong tower
still clinging,
to the darkness.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies
As seagulls peer into waves expecting the night to fall, an older couple are still holding hands, refusing to give up their walk, in spite of the chill,
in spite of the sun setting, they had seen enough of hell, to recognize the true treasure now. They would never let go of love, or each other.
Note: From my archives.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, 2019, ancient skies
With the intensity of your light, we enfolded into each other
sitting on the park bench.
We sat there remembering our journey
as you placed your hand in mine,
I gently caressed your face
you tucked your head into my shoulder,
whispering
your prayer for me.
Do you remember the azaleas?
Note: This is about a couple encouraging each other, through chronic illness.
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Within a soft whisper, filling us with life, with meaning
from the flow of love
making all the difference
creating a heart alive
filled
with a powerful beauty.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
As the concrete lets go of the heat of the day,
shade wins the battle
turning into night
as the cool air lifts our spirits
we walk under the street lights
holding hands grateful
for the spray
of the water fountains.
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