The Colors Will Speak to Us


Within our survival, our wordflow can shift and change,

leaving us with a thin layer of grey,

yet the colors will speak to us….

calling forth that ancient mystery,

of poets pulling down inspiration,

from the sky.

Hope brightens

with the morning sun.


Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies



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