I heard just today
the sweet plaintive song
of the mourning dove.
Out my window I spy his soft gray white form
sitting lonely in the old oak tree
he sing a melody of gentle sighs
that speaks of love so true.
There is a sadness in his quiet voice
as call he must his mate
soft and low his honeyed coos
fills the damp still air.
In rain and chill sing he must
and find his one true love
to build a nest to share for life
or once again fly away
his sad song to sing.
come love walk with me
at the rising of the moon
where my flowers grow
sparkling at dusk
glinting flashing diamond gems
dancing till morns light
rising sun warms sky
summers heat dapples my skin
patterns in the shade
empty shells on waves
ride the tides of men’s loss souls
sand castles recede
cement garden untended
sweet violets grow
stems push between tiny cracks
springs glory planted
long ago still remembers
one who once toiled there
Colored in soft shades by my mind.
We each of us see a different story.
We each hold a moment in time.
Gone the kaleidoscope of life.
Moving hues so bright.
They burn beneath our eyes.
Gone the animation of living.
Left behind frail images of all my might have been’s..
My hastily given love only to be taken away again.
The carousel slows to a stop.
Oh that it might revolve backwards to my child’s self.
When all things were magical.
only whispers filled her mind.
gone the girl with light in her eyes.
no longer dared she look into the mirrors image.
childish laughter echoed from barren walls.
silently watching shapes and shadows that played out her life
water stains like tears spoke of her life’s passings.
the once lovely paper in vibrant patters now faded and torn.
four walls made by herself.
each day staring for seconds hours years.
soon the pale wallpaper of time would fade to nothing.
dark clouds speed towards night
edge of earth
blush pink dancers fill the vault
morning just a dream
sun lite golden fields
simple pleasures of the day
wrapped in blue green sky’s