Sunrise.
I looked out on the
early sunrise
The mountains peaks
Floating on the nimbus
sea
The waves tinged with streaks
of gold
The gentle breath of
Gaia blows
The gossamer of gentle
souls
Through the mist of
dreams
Visions
Thoughts
Desires
To a time when she was
not so old
A time of creation
A time of birth
The beauty of mother
earth.
Winter"
It is time to rest now
A time of stillness in the
after glow
A time to be quiet and ponder
On this time of wonder
A time for quiet meditation
A time for memory and
reflection.
"Spring"
Tis a time of gentle string
A time to contemplate the
yearning
To seek and follow the call of
planting
The seeds of new life and
watching them growing
To feel the power of new life
and conception
To feel the energy of Mother
Earth
Surge through the roots and
veins
Seeking
the light of true redemption.
Moving On.
Sitting
quietly at her bed side
Holding her
hand in his
Talking
quietly about life’s journey
About the
ups and downs
The high and
lows
About the
good and the bad
The lessons
learned
Mistakes
made
Times that
made her sad
And
Times that
made her glad
Friendships
made, lost and found
Of loves
forever bound
She’s not
afraid to take the step
Into another
world and time
To sleep
then wake
And start
again.
I also regret I have been amiss in reading daily; have been pre-occupied with other readings; but alas you are never out of mind. I love the poems you create, they touch my heart, no deeper still ... they touch my soul. Thank you for creating a sense of beauty when the world seems so out of kilter and ugly.
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