It is the Light

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Memories of our most sacred moments will often find their way,

drifting,

into our hearts

with our void seeking,

as if sunlight sparkles

on the surface of the ocean,

filtering

through the deep.

I wonder

if we are more than waves

rolling towards the shore,

curling

into a magnificent spirit,

crashing

then washing the Earth.

It is the light isn’t it?

That moves us beyond

the pain,

into the new hope shifting

taking shape

within us.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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In the Hush of Snowflakes

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The earth exhales wisps of breath, in the hush of snowflakes,

as peace descends in the wind, but lives deep within us too

in our own breath

as we look up

and taste the snow

on our lips.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

The Quiet Moments of Winter III

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In the moonlight through our window, we hold each other closer

breathing in her hair, I can see the outline of trees covered

again. She whispers in the night, “I’ve always wanted

to be held by you…..” I drift off dreaming

of the wind carrying us away.

Is love softer in the winter snow?

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

The Quiet Moments of Winter

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I sense My Love stirring, as she reaches, pulling back the curtains

of a blue dawn, where the tree branches gently hold

the overnight snow.

She watches the doves, as I notice her face

her lips move, whispering

her prayers

I drift off, pushing away the fire

for now

but later I awaken

to the smell of turkey bacon

and her kiss

on my lips.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies