Silver

January 25, 2018

Silver Threads Of Nature

Two photos were taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered by myself.

Silver Threads

I will leave you the peace in my soul
that will find you in the love of my heart

for I will leave you the memories shared
whether joyous dancing on the stage of life
or sadness fading in the shadows of day

for life has woven me a colorful garment
with silver threads of nature’s wisdom

that has hollowed out a place for you
where warm you will be in the sun’s embrace
followed by the path of a starlit moon

within which voices will sing in stardust
to lull you to sleep at the end of each day

where always you will wake to bird song
within which you will hear my voice true
giving you the peace within my soul
surrounded by the love within my heart

December 23, 2017December 23, 2017

Ethereal Notes

Melodious Notes

The piano notes not my own

floating ethereal around me

speak of lullabies played

soothing tiny souls to sleeping

vestiges of the golden moments

when a youthful heart dreamt being

bright-colored fancied whimsy

silver spun silken blossoms

to be woven into a shining dawn

in sun rays spilling rainbows

resplendent new and undone

for as the notes dance before me

the hours softly melting away

reiterates life’s fluctuations

not crafted to make my own

Image taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered by myself.

January 7, 2014

Edged In Silver*

a sliver of moon beam light
descends upon my path
edged in silver garnered
casting shadows long upon
the grass from trees & i see

it translates from this place
to yours’ a thousand miles
a tryst measured in moments
when i will see you once again
on the other side of time & smile

Image Found @ http://nature.desktopnexus.com

December 5, 2011December 5, 2011

Beautiful Feet

Hair silver strands of silk
sunlight dancing against her
face drawn but still youthful
few age lines caress her face
time tenderly holds as dear

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

Eyes in the mirror remember
times youth was her friend
running alongside her as she
played the wind in her hair
train flying down the tracks

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

Visions of newborn babies
light ’round her head with
cries of delightful chatter
growing into children who
quickly grew having their own

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

Aging shows in her reflection
a body very slowly moving
her mind cradles the energy
youth once displayed now
disparaged by passing years

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

My mother aged gracefully, I felt, although her ill health made life very difficult but in the few years just prior to her death, she would mention now and again how her feet were still nice looking. Her own mother’s feet were knarled and unsightly due to arthritis so I believe it was important to her somehow that her own remained beautiful. She loved to dance so having feet still able to do so was important to her.