The Curtain of Night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the curtain of night descends and the twinkle of a million galaxies dot the vastness of time. A gentle whisper of immortality can be heard as the ripple of eternity brings with it the ever cleansing current that is life.

Like a space ship our tiny planet sets course and its purpose, all though not certain, brings a calmness and tranquility in which our very existence is revealed.

I sometimes wonder just how simple is the rhyme that tells of eternity yet make fun of it in time

So labor not in your sleep lest you impede the journey, surrender your soul for it is then most worthy

Set sail for wonderland ...

Autumn Dust

Do you still remember when
When summer was forever and
August was your friend

 In times ago there was a rush
one not hurried but one that must
of needs to lead you to a place
a place of wonder, a place of grace

Then come the fall and come the rust
of autumn colors and harvest dust

Yet in your heart it will remain
that even in the autumn rain

The only things that tend to stay
Are the smell of grass and new cut hay

Basking in the autumn sun
I still remember summers fun

Now for me a new refrain
While walking in the autumn rain

But winter winds can conjure thoughts
That in the spring will thaw the frost See More

Holiday Embers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sparkling moments of holiday happenings

Frozen fantasies forever or not

Time flies by like embers dancing

magical moments made clear in the frost

Comes the morning when sunlight embraces

Selfless thoughts burn cold in the dawn

Then like a torrent all passions remembered

Things that in darkness must be left gone

Holiday embers ...

The Hand of God

Funny how a shaft of light on a painted wall can spark the senses and leave us in awe.

Today as I sat sleepily with eyes transfixed upon the door. A flash of sunlight reemerged and spilled across the floor. So many feeling flood to front and splash across the wall.

Thoughts of cool summer days and thoughts of frosty fall. Now enter in those sounds of silence that with deafening array, they whisper tender traceries that gently frame the day.

Could it be that in the vastness of a universe filled with light. That somewhere in the darkest corner our hopes can still ignite?

In exploration of infinity spinning to and fro, there is a hand that has emerged which from a dead star grows.

It reaches for a mighty milky way and offers up a prayer, that while it may be fading fast it's reflection will still be there.

As I looked into the mirror I saw a shadowed line. The very moment it occurred I realized that time can be the mirror that reflects our thoughts, It holds them still and fine.

All seemed enamored of this sight, this vision of mankind. Until the day when it occurred that that hand of god is mine ...

Let It Pour

Do you ever wonder why, why sometimes you need to cry

Why you feel that need sometimes, could it be you have lost your rhymes

Perhaps a shadow of what has been, or maybe a reflection of what could have then

Takes you to a place somewhere, a place where there can be no care

Some say it's not a manly thing to drink too deeply from this spring

But I must truly take exception, because I find it to be a self-deception

If one thinks we have no need, then let us listen and take heed

For when the soul has torn and bleeds, the tears of healing can help indeed

Like desert rain on soil parched, these tears of heaven can make it start

So remember when in pain we find ourselves, it is in the rain that our happiness dwells

Let it rain ... Let it pour ...

Electric Energy

Like a desert thunder storm on a hot December night, my love knows no boundaries, it is filled with the energy of a million delights

What could possibly contain its power, should it be only a spring time shower. The possibility of life distilled can seed infinity and make it fulfilled.

If our passion could be contained, then legions of angels would gather the rain

Come that night of dark and despair, the heavens would open and shower us with care

What miracle of nature lies contained in a seed. Can anyone know, and should anyone need

To Chadwick With Love

  

What could be more beautiful than a vision of the Milky Way from the perspective of the Palm Springs desert on a clear and moon filled night? The sky so clear that you can see its every flaw in flight.

To stand in the stars and scatter ribbons of light is like no other feeling, for when the time is right your soul can take flight and become one with its many seasons.
 

A million and one stars sprinkle light from above while the mother earth catches it and turns it to love. So strong is the bond between heaven and earth that the elements reflect it and bring it to birth.
 

Standing high in the mountains or low at the earth I cannot but marvel at this spectacle in mirth, while all the time knowing how great is its worth.
 

Without the high heavens there can be no earth, and without your love dear there would be no rebirth.