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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
She surrendered herself so completely to me, I was in awe of her humility
and I have never regretted holding her
embracing her light or being lost
in her ocean,
as we hold on
strengthening
each other.
Note: Yes I am absolutely writing of….. my wife. My Love!
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
I love your rosy lips, your bright smile as you try on different hats My Love,
looking in the mirror, looking to me for a sense of validation.
And if you wear this one My Love, no one will ever see me kissing
your cheek, under the brim.
Yes, you will always be beautiful
to me, with or without
your hat on.
Note: My wife wears hats all the time (except at home) because she needs to, having had cancer twice now.
Yet you will not find a more positive, beautiful person.
Two things keep us going as a couple and separately…….our faith in God…… and our love for each other.
Peace.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
When it rains there are books that call to me, spending an afternoon with Frost, Dickinson, Rumi and Gibran.
And within our teacups whispers of your love for me. Why is it we are so quiet when it rains?
As is if listening becomes more important, as if the silence is sacred in our home.
I can count the raindrops falling, singing their softness, but even their fury
speaks of peace
in the comfort of our blankets
and the beauty of your face gently resting
as we both ponder the meaning of rain.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies
She lay awake, next to him listening to him breathe. It was dawn now, and she didn’t want to disturb him, but she really did want to see if it was snowing yet. And it was Christmas now!
As she quietly peered through the window, and into the blue dawn, she saw the wind was up, and carrying the snow almost sideways. Would he like his gift? She sighed, and lay down again, touching his shoulder.
For some reason she needed to tell him how she felt, and she whispered to his sleeping ear, “Did you know you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me……?” She stared at his face, smiling.
He did hear the words, and he let them sink in deeply. It was the greatest thing anyone had ever said to him. He opened his eyes to her beaming smile.
She whispered again, “It’s snowing….”
Merry Christmas everyone!
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies
She had been so badly bruised, used, torn and wounded
when they first met
but it wasn’t a matter of him
finding her,
she rescued him,
she turned him around,
somehow they found each other,
healing given
through each other’s scars
and now the miraculous
came to live within.
Wholeness each day,
through the love
so amazing.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
I will have no other lover,
within my heart
having given myself
so completely,
until the end.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
