Dreams and moonlight
In bright moonlight i dream of you
Warmth and sunshine
Outside the cold light
Bright enough to see your face
Trace your form
Familiar, inviting
A reflection of love
In bright moonlight i dream of you
Warmth and sunshine
Outside the cold light
Bright enough to see your face
Trace your form
Familiar, inviting
A reflection of love
The quiet stars
Still in calm night
Listening to dreams
Trembling at nightmares
Awake, watching, protecting
Soothing what was, will be
Pointing to possibilities
Reflection on water
A silent knowing
You shimmer
In moonlight
By starlight
I see you
Glowing
Unaware, or just guessing
What you are
My one love
The sun holds my gaze
Warming my soul
But its the farflung night
That grabs my yearning spirit
beautiful silence
give me peace at last
I will bend like a willow
Withstand the wind like a pine
Glide around a boulder as a mountain stream
with hardly a ripple
I die to today
Dreams are like the wind
Tied to emotions
Calm breezes at times
Warm sand, smooth seas
Other times wild wandering gusts
Changing seasons
Cooler nights
Beware the gale
Red skies in morning
Wrecked days
Between coyote howls
I listen for you
In that pause when winds die
I strain to hear a voice
As stars wheel about the sky
I think i know
That it’s the space in my breath
Where your whisper thunders
What am i?
In a sense i am pure light
Immortal
Ancient, yet new
Born long ago, faraway
Well travelled
As starstuff
Some parts more ancient still
Energy materialized
Here in this place and time
Bright enough to outshine an entire galaxy
Destined to return
In ten thousand forms
Always home
Personal note: I’m having issues with this thought. not the basics of it but what it implies about spirit and soul. Same old conundrum; where do I go when I die. There is definitely more here to explore.
The fog was heavy this morning
still grayness
ten thousand shades of white
cutting off time
limiting space
making it hard to navigate
but forcing the here and now
I see for the first time
the fall encountering a tree,dew sliding from a sunflower
only to have it hidden again
by a wild wind
A poem rises within me
but without
Time
Love
It slips away