The air was cool and light
A half set sun
Dimly illuminated
The stained glass windows

A single candle
Wrapped in red glass
Burned still and low
Eminating an unearthly scarlet

The sun continued to sink
And as it did a thick black ink
Poured into the chapel
And spread through the air

It swirled gently
Slowly engulfing the room
With a dark elegance
That light could scarce imitate

Until the stone statues,
The candles, lamps,
And the mosaic windows
Were no more

The energy of love;
unlimited vibration
dance of the stars
laughter of children
songs of poets.

Heavy chested I breathe
as the moon whitewashes the night.

The season is changing
and in the wind is the vapor of hyacinth
in the thick of which
the glowworms drink the nectar of night.

They have no philosophy and I have many
like while they dance just for the sake of life
my mind enveloped in obscurity
has shackled my feet and clipped my wings.

I wonder if the glowworms have a mind
that knows when they dance
they have an audience.

Maybe the stars know the same way
when they twinkle.

Far beyond the mountains
With their gossamer tiped peaks
Lies that hallowed forest
Called the Wandering Woods

And within its tall shadows
Lurk a pair of watching eyes
Solemn and distant
As the moon of the day

Every night a deep fog
Rolls in over the hills
Blanketing the forest
And the surrounding area

Come morning the woods are gone
Transported somewhere
In that vast expanse
beyond the towering mountains

They say on a journey long ago
A man walked into the woods
And conversed with the being
Who watches from afar

And he has not since returned

Goddess sky inhales
emptiness into her lungs,
her white wedding dress clouds
shroud the brutally naked division
we impose upon ourselves.
Blue soothes insecurities to
convect heightened
feelings from failing us,
softening the edge of the firmament
and freeing us to fly at high altitude
toward life’s purpose.

Written by Sara Fielder © Oct 2016

be happy ...

be loved ...

feel it always ...

to be happy ...

do always what makes you happy ...

try always to be with whom can makes you feel happy ...

love always who really loves you as me ..

be mine my sweetheart ..

to give you all my life

love me as much as you can ...

and make me happy with you as much as you can give.....

to breathe you with every breathe i take ...

be happy sweetheart ...

be mine ...

to get the love...

which we both need ...

and dream about ...


hazem al ...

Living a long and happy life
May bring us, a good feeling
But, it’s what we’ve done with it
That really, gives it meaning
WIZDUMBs BY JA 7

I walked along the mountain stream
Where dancing sunbeams shone and gleamed

It was such a peaceful place
The gentle breeze carressed my face

I came across a country stile
Where I could sit and think awhile

Far  away  from  this  dangerous  world
The  natural  beauty  just  unfurled.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.