Living the Story


In the shadows of forest, of flickering light through the canopy above, so many stories are born and run their course,

run through my veins where swordkeepers dwell, speaking of wisdom and peace, with kings and queens worthy,

and still others tell of the Spirit Bow speaking, or the Sacred Javelin lost, and then found. How light is bent

or of buckskin and the tribes restored within their spirits coming back and bison running free, as the river……

A writer alone

in the forest…..


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

When the Light Dances

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When the light dances on the water,

my mind launches,

a thousand dreams,

of lovers lost,

hope forgotten, and ships,

searching, longing,

for the shoreline,

the sight of land, and home fires,

burning brightly, bringing comfort.

I dream of fog, and the horn,

the light that saves lives,

the confusion of the horizon,

with an angry sky,

then the day breaks,

flags waving in the weary,

to safety once again.

The adventure of the sea,

and love waiting in a warm cottage,

quilts on the bed.

All of this while watching,

the light dancing on the water.



Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree