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.
Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies
Tag: night
The Colors of the Night Sky
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?
Writing © Copyright 2020, ancient skies, image from pixabay
Note: This is a story I’m working on. If you like I can share a little more. Yes I do write fiction too!
The Unseen Between Us
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….
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Even the Sun Surrenders
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.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
In Our Night Songs
In our night songs we can move beyond our borders
our hearts overflow with quiet calm
we slip easily
into dreams of peace, and of wings
enfolding us.
Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Walking at Night
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?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
At Night
At night,
the wild horses shift quietly,
breathing in the moonlight,
an occasional snort, and head shake,
watching the lights of the ranch,
with a weary eye,
wondering if they will be next,
broken or worse.
The buffalo have a memory,
pondering their history at night,
asking where the people are,
that use to give them honor,
singing and dancing,
around the campfire.
A lonely First Nations wife,
cries at night, sick with fear,
heartbroken,
her angry husband, leaving again,
she watches the door, wondering,
if he will be alive in the morning,
she prays he will return, to his people.
An executive watches his wife,
sleeping at night in their mansion,
worried, did he do the right thing?
gone for weeks at a time,
does she even know him?
does he even know her?
He wants to love her again,
will it work?
He is hopeful.
A lot can happen,
out on the Great Plains,
in the quiet,
at night.
Blessings to everyone and PEACE!
Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
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