Healing, love, Love and Light, Poetry, Poets, Words and Verses, Writing

RAIN OF TEARS

 

Rain falls

Like tears

In the blackness

Cold and dark

Love has gone

Faded from thy sight

Where is your light?

Lover of thy heart

Capture me

Wrap me

In your embrace

Warm and tender

Love me

With your compassionate heart

Touch me

Lover of thy heart

Brush away thy tears

So the rain falls no more

Leaving thy being

Cold and dark

Waiting for your light

Warmth

Wrap me in your

Tender embrace

Love me

Touch me

Let your light

Warmth

And love

Sing to me

Without judgement

With kindness

With compassion

With tenderness

With joy

Because

Love is all

There is

Rain falls

Like tears

In the blackness

Cold and dark

Lover of thy heart

Where are you?

So the tears

For love

Fall no more

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Celtic Lore, dream vision, Inspiration, Journey, Meditation, Mind, body and spirit, Mystery, Nature, Omens, Signs, and Totems, Paths, Poetry, Poets, Renewal, Scotland, Vision Quest, Wisdom, Words and Verses, Writing

CELTIC RHYTHMS

Celtic rhythms

Resound

Through thy being

In the time

Of autumn’s dawn

Without end

Inspiring

Yet mystifying

Visions

Dream visions

Of a woman

Beautiful

With long soft wavy red locks

And green eyes

Reflective of thy own

“Grandmother”

Is all told

Celtic Rhythms

Resound

Without end

Through thy being

Like waves

Bursts of fire

Paths

Touchable

Untouchable

By the chasms

Of time

Yet familiar

Flowing through

Thy being

Like rivers and streams

Celtic rhythms

Resound

Through thy being

Flashes

Of images

Appear

Another time and space

As not to forget

Explore

Reconnect

Celtic rhythms

Resound

Through thy

Being

In time of autumn’s light

Awakening

A path

Mystifying

Indeed

A familiar

Comfort

And an

Eagerness

To follow

Because

Celtic rhythms

Resound

Through thy being

In the time

Of autumn’s dawn

Light

For it is a part

Of the tapestry

Of thy being

Where the journey’s revelation

Leads

Has yet to be known

Only grandmother knows

Celtic rhythms

Resound

Enrich

Thy being

In time of

Autumn’s dawn

For it is time

To hear

And listen

To its song

And where it leads………….

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GHOSTWRITER

 

I come to you

As you sit quietly

Within the sun

Filled with breezes

Within the moon-filled nights

Within the music

That lifts your heart

Within the warmth of

Your spirit and soul

Your hand moves

My hand moves

Together joined

In mind, body and spirit

As the words

Flow into verses

Onto the pages

Messages transcribed

From light

And into love

Together joined

In mind, body and spirit

As we allow

The words to come forth

Falling

Tumbling

Into verses

Upon the pages

Your hand moves

My hand moves

Lovers entwined

As one

Dancing in the light

Creating

All for the love of words

That capture

The joys

The beauties

The inspiration

The wisdom

The light

The love

Messages

Preserved

Through your hand

And through thy hand

For I am your

Kindred lover

The

Ghostwriter

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THE RETURN

Memories

From long ago

Awakened

Within the

Rising sun

Loving

Warm

Inspiring

Joyful

For the voice

That once moved

A young poetess

In ways

She never knew

Understood

Or could explain

Releasing her pen

As the voice resounded

Across the airwaves

For in stillness

She sat

Then began

Composing

Words that fell

Into verses

Even to this day

With you

Resounding through

The airwaves

For when you

Fell silent

You were missed

By many

Even though

We always

Had your iconic voice

Replaying

Gracefully

Across the airwaves

Your voice

Touched

Embraced

Warmed

And melted

Our hearts

Body and spirit

With joy

Through your rich

Sultry

Emotionally charged

Lyrics

Like no other

Could deliver

But you

Memories

Awakened

Within the rising sun

Ooh those memories

No more

Wondering if

Steven is coming

Back?

The Voice

Ooh that voice

Has returned!

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WITHIN YOUR LORE

The lore

Of you

Outside

Thy window

Suspended

In the night’s blanket

Casting glows

Wispy white clouds

Wrapping you in

Comfort

Crisp breezes

Flow over thy being

Refreshing touches

Enchant

As the lore of you unfolds

Frankincense and Lavender

Whisper around

Thy being

Musical harmonies

Woven with

Sounds of nature

Peaceful waters

Peepers

Outside thy window

Respond

Resound

As you rise

Higher within the night’s reign

And gently rest

Glowing ever so

Softly

Enchanting

Enticing

Beckoning

Waiting

Until you have

Embraced thy being

Within

The lore of you

Wondering

All the while

What is it?

That invites

Thy being

Into the mystery

Rising higher

Luminous and white

You have captivated

Thy being

Into your lore

Much to thy delight

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INVISIBLE CLOAK

The invisible cloak

She wears

Of times past

Blows in the wind

The sun upon her back

Warm and soothing as balm

Birds echoing in the distance

Peepers break

The sounds of stillness

Verdant trees reverberate with joy

Its energy grounding and reflective

As she steps within

Bringing solace

To a wandering spirit

Of the wind

Resting to partake in the pleasure

Of calming blue water

Moving ever so harmoniously

An enchanting delight

To the spirit of the wind

As she moves here, there and everywhere

Taking flight above it all

Even for a moment or two

Her invisible cloak

Blows in the wind

The sun warm

Upon her back

As she walks

Step by step

Finding her solace

Within nature

And the return of her being

Where it all began

Never ending

As her invisible cloak

She wears

Of times long ago

Blows quietly

Silently in the wind

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REVERIE HILL

 

Sitting upon

A hill

Watching the ocean

Move in rhythmic time

Calming

Its green blue hues

Serene

The sun’s warmth

Softened

By passing briny breezes

Verdant hues shade

Gulls flying

Carrying on vocally

Boats rocking

Sailboats gliding

Sandbars rise

Scattered with gulls

Gazing upon the open sea

From a bench upon a hill

No one around

Silent and still

In the company of nature

Moths and monarchs flutter by

Breezes from the shore

Now I am cold

No matter

The sun warms

My paper

Ripples in the wind

As thy pen moves

Upon its path

In unison

With what thine eyes see

With the sensations

With the sounds

The rustling wind

And the faint lapping of waves

Within this harmonious ambiance

By the sea

Upon the hill

Nestled within the verdant hues

As the rays of warmth

Soothe

As the monarchs delight

As the song birds and gulls join in

A silhouette of a large bird

Appears on the grass in front of thee

Vanished towards the sea

Heron perhaps

Rocks askew

Upon the beach

Tree limb rests

Dried and bleached

By sun and sea

Trees swaying ever so gently

As waves roll in and out

In meditative serenity

Ah

To be

By the sea

Drifting and fleeing

Into bliss

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