The wind
The wind has changed directions
To summarize reflections
And, so, as my life is about to be changed
All of my wanderings, now, rearranged
The steps of my path become written in stone
Gregarious nature allowed now to roam
My self becomes one with the tide
My nature along for the ride
To vistas unknown
The gauntlet is thrown
For the ride of a lifetime intoned
The wind of my life is now owned
By myself and the wind
Let the loving begin
In whatever form suits what is known
Comfort II
The wind in the trees have been singing
A sigh followed closely by ringing
As bells of the spire
Cry out to inspire
This day of all days of the year
To sweeten delight
Of one wounded in flight
This day of all days will conspire
In all ways, I try to inspire
Bring a smile to the one I hold dear
Funny thing. It did help with my troubles today. As I just tried to explain in "Stained Glass".
Right now, I feel like I should write another...
Morning
The waves upon the water cause a brightening to gleam
To tip the scales unto the sighs from crashing waves of steam
The susurration of the waves, a gentleness proclaimed
Instilling quiet to a heart that only knows inflamed
In quiet of an evening sense a soothing morning calm
As witness to the cresting light creates a healing balm
Urns of heather*
Too many years in absence of refrain
In which the song of loveliness was born
That time of year has come around again
For two and change, with revelry adorned
That revel ranging bounds of field forlorn
The landscape of the mystery becoming ever dearer
The poignancy and piquancy becoming ever clearer
Though hills and dales and streams that stretch across the country sigh
Allowing me to sketch its scope through only the third eye
Not until the focus flows through windswept plains together
Will I discern the details of the petaled urns of heather
To paint a picture full and clear, no whisper left unheard
Each leaf and drop of dew and wave of grass that is bestirred
Breathless, I await that day of rising sun so bright
In which my eyes are filled with all the wonder of the sight
Completing view at last, assuring all is painted right
In celebration of you
I celebrate your dazzle and your style
Knowing quite completely all the while
I have no coign of vantage in this game
Still my love of you streams all the same
Released from any thought of pleasing me
The waves that wash the shore release the sea
The flooding of emotions raises tide
As windswept storm of oceans can't subside
The joy you bring my heart, I can't refuse
For, heavens in the sky, you are my muse
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Ocean Dreams
Upon the gentle waves was rocking on the sea
Drifting in a boat that only I could see
The wonder of my life upon the ocean
Gentle days of gentle soothing motion
To rock the lovely creature into dreams
With loving heart in actions and in themes
To soothe the heart that beats within my soul
To let it Flow to shore both hale and whole
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I wonder if you can guess where that imagery came from
Water
You remind me of water, the tinkling of spring
The flood from the mountains releasing to sing
The roar of the canyons, the echoes they bring
The rush of the blossoms, the lift of the wing
The scent of the sprouts and the bee with its sting
Of heart, if I would choose another word
Senses reeling as the heart is heard
Paragliding pulse as life is stirred
Beyond the bounds of words, there is a sense
The trembling of the mountain so immense
The golden heart and voice in recompense
Awash with all of life in present tense
Knife edge
Balancing on the edge of a knife
Making, oh, such a trial of life
A ripcord is pulled but the chute doesn't spread
The land keeps approaching directly ahead
Creative Force
The numinous has one desire
To light the everlasting fire
with endless nights and days
'Tis not the end for one who sings
Who lights the fire and, with it, brings
The lightning to the leys
With certainty's creative force
To bring an end to all remorse
And set mankind ablaze
In spring of our creation
Rewrit sans lamentation
The witness to amaze
In Flow of loving rays
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This seemed the best one to post early.
