Like water running, strange requiem
things I can't recall, though deep in soul feel
these skies, these burning lives
we are wild in the fields
only a sun, a storm, the rain
passing by.

CA Guilfoyle Jul 12

The heat and pure scorch
a black singed wound
the blues and bruise
only a gaping hole
salt stung to close
still a heart in order to mend
must not contract
nor defend.

CA Guilfoyle Jul 7

I saw tiny feathers fly
soft and sailing, floating cozy to the ground
the warm nestle of tree branch song
some low in creaking tones
how the tallest trees moan
old and moving
very slow.

CA Guilfoyle Jul 7

Salt rim and cake
we ate and drank
drowned and sank
our souls and bodies
wet washed in this lake
too late to wonder
we wandered
another day
away.

CA Guilfoyle Jun 24

In death, perhaps we are like water
making our way ever deeper from sand and sky.
Maybe we fly, linger and hover for awhile
and the dream of becoming a bird is real.
Like stars we float oceans of night skies
move toward divine light in a swooping wave
pushing upwards, embryonic waters
spilling over the soul again
and again.

CA Guilfoyle May 13

In these woods
where I am small, I watch breath rise and fall
in these pines of a hundred years or more
from pine cones, skyward moving slow.
I watch rain running down craggy bark,
soaking softly the moss and flowers below.

In the summer sun of heat, I lose myself complete
in the fragrant warmth of pinewood air.
The moss - yellow, green
in waves, it hangs wispy from the trees

Here where evening brings the birds and breezes quivering,
the wind shakes the forest trees, deep and echoing
the ravens woods speak to thee.

CA Guilfoyle May 7

From mud walled homes
these remnants come, artifacts of shell and bone
leather shoes and deerskin coats
woolen blankets and woven rugs,
baskets for storing grain and corn.

Grinding stones and sun bleached bones
antiquities and memories found in fields of sand,
necklace beads of finest hammered silver
now forgotten and lost, and too the river's water.

Came a sorrowful war with bullet guns
that pierced the heart of every man
no match for shooting arrows.

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