In the Light that is Barely Dawn

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A thin layer of ice on the corners of the window now,

as you gently move the curtain aside, she stirs

next to you under layers, lumps under her mother’s quilt

as you see only a hint of the sun, and you realize

there is joy in the mystery of another day,

a sparkle returns

to your eyes again, as you stretch

and your wings extend, covering

your Love, with a beautiful shadow

and you begin forming –

shaping the words

of a new poem, in the light

that is barely dawn.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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The Queen’s Journey

brown-woman from bridesHer skin was bathed in frankincense and myrrh, the dark one

clothed in layers of gold linen, descending

from the mountains of Cush, having conquered dozens

of nations, and the hearts of men

she was never faint

for love, and yet

his voice seemed to call to her,

his wisdom

would he accept her anointing?

As they approached the Great City

where he flowed like rivers

she knew, before their eyes ever met

they would conquer

each other.

     

Note: This is speaks of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba

Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

photo from brides.com via pinterest

More than Just Arrows

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He really was a warrior, not just in his dreams

so she was willing to accept his shield

having fallen, into the strength of his arms

and he always found the answers

to his questions in the deep oceans

of her eyes.

And together they became

more than just arrows flung

into ambiguous darkness,

and they learned that love

is greater – than any

strong tower that loves

the night.

     

Poetry and Photo © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

art by unknown artist