Guiding Stars
Stars in the sky
Hopeful pinpricks of faraway light
Beckoning onward
Guides in the night
Keeping you from getting lost
Pointing back home
in an ocean of life
November 2016
Highways
I see the trace through the trees
The old logging road
A game trail
For me it becomes a highway of imagination
A high trail of adventure
To places unknown,Vistas beyond beauty
Times forgotten
A path of dreams
Timepiece
Counting out months
Phase by phase
The silvery moon keeps time
Bringing an ebb and flow to days
Wax and waning
Marking time between full and new
Winter’s hunger, summer’s thunder
Not a day in the world’s entire view
Has missed the silent tock
Or the nightly tick
Of the lustrous clock
Listen
Listen for the voice that speaks when you’re alone
The Sky
Who can conquer the sky? You can’t conquer the sky
Living in the Future
When I’m dreaming of being done with a task,
I know that I’m living in the future.
And time there moves much too fast
The Canvas
Life is a wondrous landscape
a canvas to be painted,not to be simply viewed,
It’s OK to wander,
enjoying the warm wind and pleasant days,
sometimes necessary and preferable,
But listen to the roar,
lean close,
adventures beckon,
With hidden trails to blaze,
damsels to save,
mountains to climb,
and rewards to gain
Starting
Without starting
A journey is just a dream
Becoming
Embrace and you will be embraced
Love and you will be loved
Breath deep for bliss
The tiny ember becomes
The brilliant flame
The moment between an eternity
Raging
You lived angry
Raging against it all
Robbed of time