The Heart Song

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In the focused breathing of our humble frame, we can draw in

a sense of peace, and our spirits can take wing

soaring within the heart of the mountains

being filled. And yet do we have the eyes

the heart song

to see the One?

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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Embracing the Seasons

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When lovers whisper of blankets and leaves they find

true victory in surrender,

in the letting go.

Accepting the beauty and power

of the colors, with snows

of winter following us

to finally the rebirth

of the earth

in the spring.

Each a time

for love,

and embracing.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

It Was 11:30 PM

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It was 11:30 PM when he made his last cup of coffee, stirring in the creamer while the rain pelted his kitchen window.

It was the wind that sent sheets of rain, lashing out in waves again and again. He was glad to be home.

It wasn’t much of an apartment but it was peaceful. Dimly lit, he kept only 2 lights on, like his father had taught him.

Should he read the paper? He headed for his chair. He realized nobody really read the paper anymore, did they? He decided instead to get out his travel book – the one on Ireland.

Someday he wouldn’t be working 18 hour shifts at the hospital anymore.

It was 12:10 AM when he fell asleep in his chair, the book still open on his lap, as he dreamed of a cottage by the sea. 

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