photography – Ancient Skies

Quietly Spoken

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The most beautiful words I have ever heard,

have been quietly spoken,

a softness of spirit

gentle whispers,

making all the difference…..

creating

a powerful beauty.

Finding Each Other

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I learned how to turn and shape my discovery,

my emblazoned star

into a more pliable romance,

so she would notice me,

and we could both walk out of this mess together,

seeking wholeness. We did find

the right shoes though,

used, but in remarkable condition.

And she spun, twirled

in her cotton skirt,

with the sun in her hair

the scent of lavender

defending us,

and that’s how it all began really,

our journey together.

Note: Sometimes we find ourselves by finding each other.

When We Do Find Our Way

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When we finally do find our way, we will be amazed

at how far we have come,

how much we have learned,

and the strength we had

to overcome.

Allow your strength

to return.

Reflections

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When the reflections of who we think we are, become empty

do we have enough left over

to reach within?

to reach out shaping

our foundations once again?

And will the clouds in the sky drifting

be able to protect us,

as we risk dreaming?

On Our First Date

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She was so nervous, talking alot in the car,

at the Chinese place reaching

for my hand.

Later she said she knew

I was the one…….

but she had trouble with trusting.

I could see the gold

running through her veins,

and I knew whenever we did

eventually make love

I would need to protect

her heart, her fragile flower,

so I silently committed

my life to her.

We’ve been together ever since….

I still buy her flowers by the way,

and she really likes fresh breath…..

so I brush my teeth alot,

to this very day.

Birdsong Awakens

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Birdsong awakens the forest renewed, leaves surge

and I sense a new blood now

in my veins,

I pause

with my pen flashing,

the wordflow shifting

from the colder air.

I hold the moment

breathing phrases,

hopefully forming….

a poem

from my spirit.

Note: I know it is a little early for spring, but I’m in that mindset now.

Born of Our Heartsong

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In our essence deep within, our spirit moves, shifts

our vision of who we are,

as we search for the healing

and acceptance

we have always longed for.

Wordflow begins,

something of a poem,

something of a prayer

or are they the same?

And we see poems begin,

born of our heartsong.

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