Spirit Love

Falling Stars

star after star
how beautiful
are the fallen ones

Praying for Peace

guitar strum I find peace again spring morning

  

Whispering Magic

  

Falling Dreams

wandering
through the afternoon
a simple dream
of fallen leaves
against the autumn sky

Frantic Summer

                                      

A Breeze in all Directions

On a very overcast morning, I slowly sip my herbal tea
In a cup with painted cherry blossoms
Gazing at a breeze that blows in all directions
And the sea birds riding gracefully on its tails
Day dreaming for long moments, my eyes spiral in all directions.

A silent flutter of the fireplace
Up and down
Up and down…

I close my eyes and imagine
Running among lightly painted daffodils
Reaching out into an almost perfect spring day
Confessing all the years of pain and anguish
Tears streaming down my flushed cheeks
I touch the soft petals that shine brightly like stars.

Once upon a time, I was a child with golden ringlets
And eyes as blue as a mountain sunset
I danced with the freedom that only someone new to life can understand-
Easily,
Endlessly,
Eternally.

Gentle bird song opens my eyes…
I sip slowly from a cup with painted cherry blossoms
Watching the trees blow slowly in all directions
And the sea birds riding gracefully on a breeze. 

Lonely Grey

This morning
A lonely shade
Of light grey

The open bay
Flows around
And towards me:
Silvery ripples

A single sea bird
Traces the sky
While a light breeze
Trails through
The long red leaves
Of the plant that I stare
Long and hard at.

I take short sips
Of the lukewarm coffee
That I’ve reheated
Three times now
And the canaries dance
In their cages
One the color of lemons
The other a desert sunset
They watch each other
And takes turns
Chirping and singing
Back and forth…

Last nights dream
Won’t leave my mind
Why after all these years
I still think so much of you?
All I wanted now was to be good friends
And have closure
From those mornings
I woke in your arms
As the summer sun
Poured over our bodies…

canary song
the morning sky
lonely and grey

In My Dreams

dreaming…
I wander
among
the trails
of my imagination

Restful Sleep

Tonight I took a sip
Of lavender and waning moon
I catch my reflection
Sparkled
In violets
Listening to distant vibrations
Of Earth
And give praise
To feeling alive
Even in the reflection of waning moon-

I kiss her goodnight
And dream
Of fields
In lavender.