Even the sun surrenders to the night,
as young lovers dream of colors on the water
with boats floating,
and ducks nestled into their feathers,
while frogs take over the serenade.
A clouded sky prepares
for the victory of fireflies
while the bay embraces
the reflection of our souls
and the moon glows,
in those softer lights
during times of our embracing.
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In the night wind I begin to sense the peaceflow,
whispers
of quiet moments,
bringing a stillness
to my heart.
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In each wave I sense a memory
of when we were young,
and the wind played
while the sea rolled through us,
we were part of something
holding our hands up
to the sun,
we waited for the moon
to call us into the night,
to embrace us
in the sand.
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Purple in the quiet night drawing me closer, in silence almost like a prayer
into a peaceflow of color, drawing me
with a calm assurance
of knowing,
knowing after all….
we are spirit created,
we exist,
walking through our space and time
more tangible,
we are….
brightness in that darkest night.
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It was the dark comfort of the twilight sky
that still held her together,
the enfolding of stillness…
until he wrapped her in his arms again,
chasing away
her fears.
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Only her head bobbed above the water now, after swimming beyond the waves and into the open sea.
She refused to feel the coldness of the water as she searched the night sky, kicking her legs and moving her arms in front her to stay afloat,
waiting for the colors to begin. Then the yellow began streaking across the starry sky,
then orange appeared and a deep rich red…..it wouldn’t be much longer, she thought.
The colors so permeated the sky that they filled the air around her and the sea….It was not a reflection,
but an infusion dispelling the darkness. She would wait a few seconds more before dunking her head…..
and there it was! A strong streak of purple, symbolizing her future love…..filling the sky, the sea,
and all of her being……into her hair trailing behind her. Would she find him in time?
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Note: This is a story I’m working on. If you like I can share a little more. Yes I do write fiction too!
In the middle of the night is when that unseen energy pulls us closer. I love when you reach out for me in your sleep My Love,
you not only declare your love for me, but you check on the universe, believing it will remain aligned, still on course.
In reaching I take your hand. I’m here, I will always be here, the night does not dim the unseen between us….
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Even the sun surrenders to the night,
as young lovers dream of colors streaming
through fountains,
and ducks nestle into their feathers,
while frogs take over the serenade.
A cloudless sky prepares
for the victory of fireflies
while the lake embraces
the reflection of stars
and the moon,
those softer lights.
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Quiet in the dark is protected by the night
even the birds don’t sing, muffled sounds of their wings,
hour glass slowly pouring, helps our feet to walk quickly
clear minds hearing ourselves think, an excellent time to pray
so the dark spirits don’t win, the cowards of destruction and despair
let them flee into a black hole, as heaven’s cell phone rings
once again, this time for Paris.
Are You listening?
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
Rivers Renewed 