There are traces of you in the rainbow
Wisps of your watercolor palette,
paint the mystical sky
The Song Sparrows’ warble reminds me of
your melodic whistle in the summer breeze
and, the resolute silence your grounded
soulful solitude implied.
There are traces of you in the rivers,
where water falls cascade from higher skies
Where the soul of ancients climb up with sacred salmon
swimming within the inherent blood of my soul
Where ocean waves find peace
as they reach some untamed distant shoreline
I hear the sound of your voice roar
in the passing thunderstorm
Your love light shines like a moonlit troubadour.
There are traces of you in the garden;
many heirloom roses expose your fragile side
Among the abundant blossoms,
it’s effortless to imagine you here
Your peaceful spirit adorns this lovely space
where unconditional love resides.
There are traces of you in the moonlit night
Glimpses of your shining heart
are found in the infinite stars
Your aura is like the harvest moon’s angelic halo
A beacon of compassion for the indifference felt
by the imperfect and never enough
There are traces of you
in the early morning’s dew drops,
in the amazing grace of the setting sun
Your thoughtful pondering
evolved from life’s vast journey
An air of ardent calmness,
quieting the fear and emotional fray.
There are traces of you in an old song
You fought for the light of truth with love,
with the fidelity of an iron fistful of mercy
in a velvet glove ... The kind of muse
that left me proud to be your son.
There are traces of your heart and soul
as your treasured memories grow afar
There are traces of your loving spirit in my smile
Your devotion always walked with me the extra mile.
An ancient spiritual essence lives in every breath I take
The merciful surrender of an unfinished journey,
left traces of your verve in the depths of my soul
Those traces of love’s grasp make this life worth living
Infinitely, eternally, spiritually whole.
There are traces of you in this mirror
I see your vivid reflection in my eyes
Your every breath will always be cherished
Your life’s traces remain in my marrow,
in the soul
of the teardrops in these eyes...
*traces of ... Harlon Rivers
Lakota note: Coyote was going past the source of the river ...
he sat next to me...
June 12th, 2012
Memories of My Father's Traces...
A tribute to my father ...
His influence inspires me to constantly strive
to be me a better human today...
"The mighty water falls...landscapes this rivers great divide
Cascading walls of water soar and plunge...
From a silhouettes high and wide"
...an except from The River's Muse
first time a publishing posted here (for me) in many attempts
since 6/13, hopefully not the new normal, but a bump in the long road ― still no notices in over a week ― seasons change,
no matter which way the wind blows