to display words in whatever fashion inspires the soul
if
one might imagine
a quiet wander
with little reason to explain
beyond this simple beauty
a wheat length
with season to hold
a nostalgic prayer
her father once told
so now this sunrise
her favorite flair
to no one’s eyes
just for her
such is sweet
in reckoning
truth
beauty is
sweet response
we have so
forgotten
simple is nature
her
we will
notice
only believe
in what is real
on this
sun-swept
afternoon
please give
us peace
for it is all she
would ever might
want
It was an afterthought,
driving home,
the eastern sky suddenly on fire
my mind
in the sweet form of the full moon.
Oh so many moons have
wandered my mind
imagining,
a sweet fantasy turns reality,
and yet left
in a silent daze of beauty.
The moon does such trials to the mind,
in its mystique
reminds us all we are
glancing at the same
the sensuality of nature’s evening
illumination.
I wanted a picture,
to send,
to remind,
a suggestion of time,
that this is the same moon,
we did, I wished, she might
find in the quiet …
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
