A great mystery

Why do you call to meWith a scent of honeysuckleAnd warm willowI felt you long nights agoWatching the stars wheelYou crouched beside meWhile deer filed pastWarmed me in the deep grassFollowing me into ancient woodsAll so you could sing to me in the sigh of treesrevel...

Wander

I wander in moonlightSilver beams streaming betweenBoughs of oak and pinePicking dreams among the starsA shadow between daysWaking to a sunrise full of promise

Guiding Stars

Stars in the skyHopeful pinpricks of faraway lightBeckoning onwardGuides in the nightKeeping you from getting lostPointing back homein an ocean of life

Highways

I see the trace through the treesThe old logging roadA game trailFor me it becomes a highway of imaginationA high trail of adventureTo places unknown,Vistas beyond beautyTimes forgottenA path of dreams

The haystack

I fall back into the haystackGazing into the nightThe dark firmamentSoaking in silenceNestled in the day’s last heatThe arc showing summer’s full swingAntares redVega whiteStars strewn as if all the cottonwoodsUnleashed their fluffEvery pinprick a future hintPointing...

Painting the Sky

The sky a canvasa palette of morningHow the maestro sets the brushA blur of motionEach stroke a momentPatientSculpting the cloudsMixing a background of bluesconstant unfolding(always)CreatingInspiringMarvellingShowing the way