As if a single strand, or a string of filtered light,

a small piece

pushing away the darkness

could actually save us….

we always look up,

sooner or later don’t we?

We were made to be hopeful…..

I’m sure of it.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Such a Beautiful Healing


Our hearts were never meant to be broken,

over and over again

our love fractured,

and yet spring

is such a beautiful healing,

moving us forward

each year

repairing our spirits.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies