Who We Truly Are

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More than simply softer flesh, the human heart holding

who we truly are,

a healing balm walking,

even our spirits

within our frames

will know the answers

deep within……this……

is our peace.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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In the Space Between

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In the space between light and darkness,

as the dawn begins breaking,

there are times we don’t feel the privilege of a new day,

and we still smell the smoke,

or taste the cinder ash

of our dying hearts,

may we always remember

may we hold onto that light

that promises a new day,

always.

      

Note: This is about overcoming sadness.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

In the Summer Fog

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Ghosts shimmer in the shifting shadows

of the summer fog,

lamenting of losing their former glory

seeking to escape……

the absence of flesh or at least

to explain their plight

to a willing writer, walking

in the woods unafraid.

If you stand perfectly still……

they will sense

your heartbeat.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

You and I on the Ridgetop

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On the ridgetop you and I could see why prophets weep over the valley,

and the strength of rivers reaching

into and beyond the dry bones.

Even today the tribes still seek

the safety of stone

a sacred space

to keep all their prayers.

You cried a little

when you finally saw it.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies