the sky’s canopy lives in my mind,
restless at any given moment,
yet with the blue
contained
inside
of
this torment, transformation occurs, giving
way to stars that line my veins,
and suns that linger
inside
my
eyes for days
it is
the nature
of life’s canopy
on display
within the heart of you and I, if
we learn to love the pain,
and give it
away
while refreshing ourselves in the sun and stars
of another day…
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
There was a time when sandalwood dawned the day, I remember the blood and sweat, and all the fallen decay.
The night was darker than anyone’s remembrance of our plight. It was as if the sea had crested over the town, leaving in its wake, no sound.
A tinkling in the air was all that was left.
A regard for fairy’s, we used to jest.
In between the tall trees, and the grassy leaves, we spent the summer in midnight’s dream; and, just when I thought darkness might envelop the entire world, a kiss from you sent me toward the light, unfurled.
Emerging from beyond the dream, did we; as stars rained down, and we caught love, watching it bourgeon like the sun.
Do you remember, hon?
It was our first starry night, two lovers underneath a canopy of brilliance, their life barely begun.
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
the moon is always calling to me, through
the vastness of the space, in-
between
the stars and galaxies…
I rest easy in this knowing, learning more about
myself through the reflection of
the moons gentle
bestowing
kind and compassionate, sitting in the sky, just for our
eyes, like a dreamer,
disguised
in plain view, the nature of listening to the wind,
and learning from the whispers
carried on the backs
of
those we call our friends…trees, flowers, and all of nature’s
creations, call forth
a love
living at the center of the cosmos, providing protection
from the storms that enter mind, and heart
at the same time
while we sit back, breathe in, and realize that life is,
just now,
in this moment,
already in love
with
all we’ve already given…
Photo by blende12, Pixabay
heart bared,
and transfigured,
manipulated,
just like a trigger
pulled on
again, and again
I often
asked myself
then
where
did this
story begin…
in a
deserted
landscape, devoid
of senses, and
flushed
with ambiguity
we reflect
upon
those moments,
with a zeal
and flourish
and,
understand
today, they
kept us away
from the connection
we felt,
deep inside
actions
eluding us,
unable to take
ahold of
the unity dealt,
however, aligned
in
the presence,
and
knowing,
always arising, yet
unable to abide
in our heart’s center,
so bold and kind
and, years later…
the knowing
did not subside,
rather, it
grew deeper, and
shined forth,
just like
a star-
spangled night
I point to each
star I see,
wanting to believe
in more
something
beyond the scope
of my
current
ability to cope
with the loss
in my heart,
living there like
a mirage that comes
upon us all at once,
and we stop,
stare, and deeply
revel in a dream
for something
more to be seen…
waiting,
watching,
wondering,
if what we see
is reality, or just
as it seems
blurry, through
the tears that fill
my eyes
continuously,
I seek
shelter,
from the field
of dancing projections
that live within
my minds limited
perfection
and,
the
paradox?
also living
within our heart,
is a capacity
beyond our ability
to comprehend,
so at times, we
pretend
to not notice, yet
the
mobility,
and nobility
once seen
on a movie
screen, now coming
home,
to you and me,
is so wondrous,
we pause, breathe
in the healing
presence, and realize
that all of life’s
dejections,
and, reflections,
live within our hearts
protection
stars twinkle off the
horizon, while shadows dance
illumination
Lights shine in night sky,
An owl sings in the distance.
Crickets echo. Day.
Blue
The ocean
During the night
Glistening in the light
Stars
In the event you don’t know, this poem is called an Elfje. As you know, I started writing both haikus and tanka’s recently, and am excited about venturing into another poetry medium with the Elfje.
According to the Elfje rules, the fourth sentence is supposed to be about yourself in relation to the person or object. Though I did not follow that rule in this poem, I wanted to share it anyway, as I liked the way it turned out.
Alright, that’s all for now. Have a lovely Sunday, everyone.
I look up,
And wonder
Why, for it’s
Always You
In the sky,
Your
Stars burn
Bright, like dew
Drops in the mist
Of all that’s
Forgotten,
And remembered
For it’s both
On which
We are dependent
Even in times
Where Your clouds
Are playing hide
And seek,
With me,
It’s always You
That I can and
Do see,
Written in the
Language of love
And compassion
For all
Of us, here,
Awaiting Your
Passionate embrace
Like a star kissed
Gaze upon
Our face
Tenderly calling
Us home, into
Your arms, full of
Grace
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