Peace Walking

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Peace walking was never mystical or miraculous

or even based on a special ray of light,

but simply allowing

the forest

or the mountain,

or even that sparkling ocean

to permeate our being,

filling us so amazingly

that we are lifted,

made stronger.

Let it go, and walk tall.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Our Spirits Will Still Speak to Us

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In this age where beauty and revelation are wounded

from disease and fear,

our spirits will still speak to us,

as if oceans still lived in our frames,

and as strength filters back into us

we will be confident once again,

standing tall

even in the mist and the ruins.

       

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

In Those Canyons Within

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In those canyons within our lives where we search

for a safe place,

a quiet space,

to renew and begin again

we needn’t look far

to find the open arms

of nature and peace,

allowing

our rivers to run freely.

     

Note: I’m actually off today recharging. Following a one day out of seven concept. Until tomorrow. Peace.

Poetry, Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

The Forgotten Wing

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A forgotten wing was her redemption that day, riding the line, too close to despair. She needed the mountains.

She pulled the car over, got out and lifted her hand, wanting to split open the sky….

to see all the stars and suns of the night, to discover the unknown, the whirl

of the earth’s rotation. And maybe even find that lost soul of who she was before.

“Not strong enough just yet.” she said out loud……While she pulled the clouds away, unable to open the blue.

That forgotten wing did encourage her though, and she decided one day she would know who she was,

and she would dance in the galaxies, even in the middle of the day…..

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Memories of Spring

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Our memories of spring My Love, will see us through

even these cold rains.

The light in your eyes draws me closer,

remember the cherry blossums?

I love the sunlight in your hair,

the smell of you

the sweetness of lavender……

and to be honest

even after all these years,

I’m still stunned by you…..

I can’t help but to kiss your face

while having visions

of flowers,

coming alive again….

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: My wife and I have been married a very long time. Part of our success is knowing, the importance of romance.