Traces Lingering


Traces lingering, even a memory

of joy in the sunlight

a warmer horizon

and hope



Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Looking to the Horizon


Peace is not always the river running through our veins,

nor the hope of clouds moving away from the sun,

but peace always reaches out and within

at the same time, fully accepting

who we are, with our feet

planted firmly, looking

to the horizon.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

You Draw Me Closer


You draw me closer My Love, to the One who made us

for when our foreheads touch and we close our eyes

I can see the mountains in visions, where

the solid foundation folds into unlimited

horizon, and where the sky and ocean meet

gently touching, setting us free

from time, and in that place –

there are no illusions

our love is eternal.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies