Night – Page 3

October 21, 2016September 2, 2017

Visualize The Raindrops Pausing

i visualize in the warmth of the sun
or in the darkest hours of night

healing is held in the gift of seeing

i see between the wind blown leaves
pause each raindrop as it is falling

everything stops but my breathing

i listen to the silence all around
even in the midst of all the chaos

molecules of life touching gently

i close my eyes for a moment in between
for dreamers will always be dreaming

music notes orchestrate birth and death

i feel the strings of instruments hold me
soft as satin and stronger then webs of silk

healing is found in a moment of peace

i visualize oceans and mountains colliding
creating new life as gentle flowering buds

death can never be the ultimate ending

i see myself walking an ocean shoreline
by the still spray of a wave before it crashes

peace is standing between raindrops as they pause

i see there briefly a place my mind rests
devoid of wars, disease, famine and otherness

healing is held in the gift of seeing

what could be if only for a moment in time

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

pausing-raindrops

This was first published at the Bezine where you can read more posts on their current topic of Rituals For Peace, Healing and Unity at https://intothebardo.wordpress.com.

October 15, 2016September 2, 2017

Eddies Along The Tide

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

we are some of us but onlookers
those eddies along the tide

at times we are in the middle
funneled down in the churning mass

at times we break free in a quest
for our soul’s solace, peaceful rest

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

music soothes me wrapped in its’ notes
talking to my restless muse in repose

night is filled as an ebony blackboard
only ever broken by the swift tide

i listen as the current takes them
much as rapids toward the waterfall

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

i also know that each life i do touch
will change the life i am living

i will emerge from the whirling funnel
though i may be going against the tide

i will embrace each moment of silence
let it surround me with its’ song

i will cherish each life that touches me
even as they vanish with morning sun

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are passing glances in a crowd

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

swift-current

July 3, 2016

No longer do I count life in years holding dreams
of newness of a younger love when each day
spilled over in the smell of scented flowers
when the air after the rain fell spoke
of clean, sweet beginnings and new meanings

I now count life in tomorrows obliged of sun
with nights counting blankets of stars
where they meet at dawn and part company
knowing there cannot be one without another

No, I no longer count life in years that promise
with the energy of youth who cannot wait for
hours nor even minutes as they peer at clocks
eager anticipation of the next moment
and the next and the next never knowing

That the time comes when tomorrows will become
as cocoons breaking open to free butterflies
the warmth of the sun as welcome as the rain
and the night a time of dreamt memories

Now I count life in every tomorrow promising
that there is another day in sun or rain
with nights in the company of radiant stars
with hope in becoming as butterflies
regaling in the nectar of scented flowers

Image Taken From The Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Butterfly Nectar

June 9, 2016June 9, 2016

THE COVER OF DARKNESS

The house quiet at night
revealing no sound but
her children breathing
softly amidst creaking
noises of a house at rest

She sleeps lightly & listens
seeking things out-of-place
her eyes open to seek in
darkness familiar images

A glimpse is caught barely
from the corner of her eye
a small child, a girl moving
slowly down the hallway
softly making no sound

She rises to follow her
knowing it must be her own
but searches in vain only
finding no child there

Hurrying back toward the
bedrooms she checks each bed
her children covered and still
every night she looks always
to find where she has gone

The day brings questions
she cannot keep away
nor does her face keep
hidden what night shows her

Her friend lives next door
did she not ask her of a child
who simply leaves no trace
her rather calm reply
so you have seen her too

I normally do not do prompts but found one of interest to me at Jamie Dede’s site https://musingbymoonlight.com/ some know by THE POET BY DAY. This is the Wednesday Writing Prompt. Some people believe in ghosts and others not so much. Have you seen someone seemingly not there or know of someone who has?

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Darkness

August 4, 2015September 26, 2015

DISTANCE A GRAIN OF SAND

the darkness of the night enfolds you
trying to hide you in its’ shadows
as i see you there within its’ curtain
answering my call to come to me
covering me soft with angel’s wings

the nights wore on and you were there
calling you in a time of urgency
the night a cover with moonbeam light
revealing the many layers of your love

transcending time’s clockwork hands
now yours’ tenderly holding onto mine
touching my fevered face and brow
distance becoming a grain of sand
the night your warm embrace

During the many weeks of being ill and feeling as though I were alone I believed that my mother was there with me. Odd though it may seem death is not really a separation from those we love.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized

October 1, 2014

Sweet & Soft as The Wild Rose

the night plys me
as the wild rose
bittersweet & soft

touching tender
upon my soul
to pull the words
ensconced

to lay them gently
upon the page
no longer a mirage

a desert vast expanse
a dry parched
languid breath

it touches me
transformed and cool
a night breeze
to which i now dance

Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitized by Myself

April 27, 2014

To Welcome Morn

when the thick grey mist
rises up from
the still dark blue water
as mirrored glass
to greet the dawn
there is no doubt

once the sun’s rays
burn away
the damp & dark
of passing night
bird chorus
will welcome morn

Image From Morgue File

January 25, 2014January 25, 2014

The Winter Night Sky

the stars in the winter night sky
cast shadows
across the rose garden
trembling unseen
beneath their thorny stems
waiting for the warmth of sun
to bring forth budding faces
reminding me of you

Image Taken From The Morgue File
by Karpati Gabor

My mom went now, six years ago on January the 17th, to be with all those she loved and who went before. I certainly believe she is one of the angels now and watches over all who remain. I will never forget you mom. The red rose was her favorite.