Seven stolen blades
A restless impatient Night
Cups from Crowns pour peace
Above all, the Sun will rise
Truth and light restore the heart
Category: Poetry
Old weathered pages
Thicker, off-white in color
Bound in dark leather
Tea-stained brown with small dimples
Holding cherished memories.
An image made clear,
My heart feels fuller,
A lost puzzle piece now set,
Near busting with Joy,
Who knew all it took was an,
Earl grey tea with some honey.
I laugh at the world,
It has a sense of humor!
When memories fade,
And embers whisper of smoke,
Sure! Pour me some gasoline!
You are most welcome
Please pull up a chair and stay
We can talk about
Anything? Everything!! OR
Nothing in particular
Outside my porthole
Horizon staring at me
My heart fills with hope,
May waves crash and carry me,
Back to shores, I used to row.
Bonfire’s Song
By Beauty’s Light, my heart takes flight,
In Service True, with all my might,
Seek Wisdom’s grace, let knowledge grow,
My Trust be true in all we know.
With health I stand, both strong and free,
My work, my gifts, for you and me,
In all I do, may this be clear
I cast these words, with love sincere.
Your laughter mingles
With my own mirthful chuckle
These halls I call home
May the float up and embed
Amongst cobwebs and rafters
Do I deserve this?
Your shoulder far colder than
This spring rain falling
Like diagonal needles
Numbing the side of my face.
Bitter Winter rain
Your opportunity lost
With Spring’s arrival
Or so I would have wagered
And yet, here I see you snow