poetry, fiction, nature, culture, compassion, love
When you smile at me My Love,
I sense diamonds sparkling
within my heart,
and in our quiet moments,
our moments of holding each other,
not saying a word,
there are emeralds and rubies dancing,
filling
the both of us.
My Love.
Poetry and Photo © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
jewellery by unknown artist, photo taken at the Hillwood Museum, Washington DC
In the light, where the darkness is defeated
we will find our words breathing, even poetry
from the deepest parts of our soul,
as our strength is increased
we turn and learn
to write.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
In every season there are signs that we are loved,
the gentleness tucked inside a spring rain,
the warmth of the summer sun caressing our faces,
the brilliant colors of autumn inspiring us,
and the quiet of a winter snowfall, bringing us peace,
all speaking to us,
in a language
beyond words.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
In the breaking of the night, in the victory
of the light, a gift
to be given
when we are strong again,
stories we’ve not yet carried
visions we’ve not yet seen,
poems waiting
to lift us all – once again.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
When light gently touches the forest,
in the birth of a new day, a closeness
envelops our heart, calling us
to prayer, and meditation,
as we breathe in
restoration.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Perhaps My Love, the fire of faith is simply given
to fight against our cold blood, and the cruelty
of this world. As we offer ourselves
as sacrifices for sanity,
and love, burning
as a fire, our heart flame.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Green leaves reflecting, noble trees
as the ducks paddle quietly,
and in a deep breath
light speaks,
with an assurance that beauty
is the strength we carry
in this world.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
