The Softness of the Golden Sun

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In the softness of the golden sun memories sway, flickering

through our hearts,

thoughts of younger love,

of you and I

our boots swishing through the leaves,

holding hands

with gloves on,

and drawing you close,

smiling

in our autumn jackets.

My Love, do you remember

that day in the park?

      

Note: The park is where I asked her to marry me. We’ve always spent alot of time in parks.

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Within Our Journey

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In our walk, within our journey

it’s so easy to lose sight

of the sunlight and joy,

yet may the rain

and the pain

not destroy us

but cleanse us,

and renew.

       

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Writers

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We were writers back then, weren’t we My Love?

Writing over every scar,

infusing every story

with the imprint of the other

inseparable really,

an edge

to our day and night

as we got lost in each other’s arms

and found out who

we really were

with fresh lines

we even spoke our own language,

had a certain wildness.

Love written

on our hearts,

so amazingly…….

       

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Survival

20160418_122232I was surprised when you produced such a clean set of daggars, even after I told you I was hurting……

but you didn’t care, even thinking it was funny, and yes your death blows were devastating……

but each one cracking, opening up a space for light, to seep through and slowly…..

I could see more clearly. Yes I died every day, but eventually I figured out how to pull my shape back together quickly……..

the fragments, the frozen pieces, and I began refusing your kingdom of abandonment and strangulation……

and I walked away, never running, because to be honest, I’m not scared of you anymore.

Note: I’m fine, and my wife and I are fine. We all go through tragedies of some type, dont we? These feelings are expressing pieces of what it feels like……to survive.

     

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Sand Dunes

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I was in my heart on a dry day, and the ocean wind would not satisfy, no matter how much I believed.

So I went through the dunes hunting. Hunting for a reason some people are healed…..

and why some only have the faith of a little bird, with small wings.

Still others are a tortoise shell, hiding their heart, protecting themselves at all costs.

I breathed, and I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t keep holding it all, so I let it all go……every heartache.

And finally I allowed myself……to embrace the wind……from the ocean. 

 

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Whispering into the Woods

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When I whispered into the woods today,

into the peace,

into the quiet waiting,

poems escaped

and prayers took shape lifting themselves

far beyond the tallest trees,

and I realized I was filtering

through the sunlight and the shade.

We need both really

to understand

our own

heart language.

     

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Love Always Wins

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Death will not speak to us when we lift our poems

as banners waving in the wind,

our words we will fling

like javelins

straight into the heart

of darkness

into the Goliath we call hate

and in the end,

we win,

because love always wins.

This

is our warfare.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017 2019, ancient skies

Note: From my archives.