silver trim

dreams leak from my eyes, the
sun shall find

a way into my heart, cresting over
the canopy, love bourgeons
through the
limbs

lining the contour
with silver trim,
cascading over
the land

giving dreams a second chance,
they arrive in my
hands

and
outstretched
across the void of time, we,
for each other,
stand

letting light guide the way, a
flutter or two, takes
center
stage

as we let love parade…


Photo by lextotan, Pixabay


#poetry, #dreams, #guide, #heart, #life, #light, #love, #nature, #poem, #time

amber clouds

amber clouds, with darkness traced, a
a silver lining placed, in your
heart and mine,
forever

and
beyond
time, they
move in the sky

uninhibited by
mind, collecting dreams
from children
playing on
the

shoreline

sand settled in heart, a complex emotion,
takes us
apart
one

piece at a time, as tears fall from images
held dear, and we
move on

past
fear, into
another land
completely

held with awe and esteem, are the sky’s dreams,
these patterns traced
in the sand
and

collected by hand, so
sweetly…


Photo by natureworks, Pixabay


#poetry, #clouds, #dreams, #emotion, #fear, #heart, #hope, #life, #light, #pain, #poem, #sea, #shore

oblivion’s mist…, Published at MasticadoresUSA

I am so pleased to announce that my poem, oblivion’s mist…, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. A big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.

oblivion’s mist…

words cut from stone, it is your love shown,
resplendent and full of life,
calling me, it does,
twice

once before time began to run, like the rivers…

I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!


Photo Photo by WikiImages, Pixabay


#poetry, #dark, #heart, #hope, #life, #light, #love, #masticadoresusa, #nature, #oblivion, #pain, #poem, #trauma

a moonbeam…

desires encapsulate me like the moon,
as inside my being I swoon,
looking to the sky,
watching the

moon
go
by

as clouds filter through
the darkness,
the shadow of which
becomes the
hardest

to recognize

it is the mirrored
reflection I see, when
dancing with the trees

and
becoming
more than
one dreamed

until the last particle of
my being is seen…

and, love is blossomed in-between
the rivers full of life,
and me

a moonbeam…


Photo by stafichukanatoly, Pixabay


#poetry, #contemplation, #darkness, #desires, #dreams, #life, #light, #love, #moon, #nature, #poem, #reflection, #shadow