Blue cerulean sky
Stretches Deep into horizon
Souls wonder, in light
The one appearing alone,
beside them?
Lo, trenches washed on trees high
Is it a spirit, heart of complete refinement?
He says life! these lucid drops fall from thine eye
Lo, the sunrise speaks to enlighten
Yet they watch him vanish, again, their hearts percieving nature's sighs
Once more to the sun, they hearken
where are the cerulean skies?
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
Going, leaving a process undeterred by chance
Having, seeing a totem pole of romance
Seeking, shining glancing, perchance?
Ah, the soul
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC
Irises glistening in the night
Nurtured by the moon's warm light in refrain it shines with life
In time it will ignite
The remnant embers of might will look upon a work
That was headed by might
Pure in inspiration was the sight
Lo and behold fire quenches his right
Yet the flowers bloom silently
Slowly guided by the aspiring flight
An iris, glistens
Hear the moon's height
An iris leaps
Moon's heart part of the night
Yet seen the sky holds
Nurturing
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
Early morning
Once
A clasped amulet of sunset,
Forever, reverie
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
Nightly lit dreams arise
Out of consciousness,
Coalescing into skies
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 2:02 AM UTC
Cerulean skies paint a lavish landscape
Green peppered through out, washes the blue sky
Nature expands
Silently awaiting
The call
For home
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
Poetry is the sublime art
Of hidden aspiration
Masquerading as manifested inspiration
Representing the fine quality of craft
Becoming
One with the heart
And soul
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
Endless is life
A journey on blue shores waiting
Timeless is the height
That sets green lines waking
Mindfully do we decide
The path we walk up taking
Wisely we reside
In the infinite
In its waking
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC
Sun dried leaves
a bird and the bees
the love one seize
gracefully residing
a kind of one to part
love that is so stark
the ribbon unwinds the hearth
plants regroup as a lark
sings
during autumn
the nature as often
as the dews first leaf
one can never cease
nor do the trees or
sun dried
leaves
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC