colors dripping down
waterways of pure passion
flowing into hopes
we thought that we had given
up to prove ourselves mature

colors dripping down
waterways of pure passion
flowing into hopes
we thought that we had given
up to prove ourselves mature
when day becomes night we turn into the colored smoke that warms the memory of love
The capturing is in the eyes,
Connected to the ecstasy
Of everything that sunward lies;
Conveyed through mystic artistry
Upon a textured lanyard glows
The thought that fingers turn to glass
The sea, the sun and sail that blows
Through days that cannot too soon
Pass
Painting credit : © Merkushev | Dreamstime.com – Sea, sun, sailboat
Where human works come together in unity with nature Light and silence sanctifies their union
In grove of green Luscious light forms fruit Where ancient tracks formed By horse-drawn carts Sit alongside to advise the process
arms wide out —
the sky in freckled
wonder born,
a moment
twisted into beauty stretched
across this canvas
he asked her once
why she was so afraid –
if he had known
how badly he scared her
he would not have asked
water fallen, as a dream
that drifts upon a mountainside;
water fallen, every day
across a heart that’s deep and wide
she told him once
that he should strive for more –
if she had known
how badly that scared him
she might not have enjoined him so
water fallen, like the days
that we careless cast away:
water fallen, all the ways
that we find to port and pay
they married once
because the day seemed right –
if they had known
the scabs don’t heal by picking
they might not have touched —
water fallen, like the hope
love will come to stay for good;
water fallen, in the glade
where those two young lovers stood.
water fallen, hearts will try,
even though their fate seems dim —
but as love has ever been, so
will be her and
will be
him
The storm put on a play for us,
The starring roles were waves;
Production values were sublime,
And played ‘cross coves and caves —
The ocean reached into the sky,
The sky became the sea;
In beauty and magnificence,
Chaotic purity —
The waves came back to take their bows,
The ocean roared applause;
We stood in wonder at it all,
That truth that blinds, not gnaws —
That we aren’t insignificant,
Although at times we feel:
It’s just when nature takes the stage
There’s little else
Seems real
Photo / Painting by Holly
loving hearts go silent, missing,
seeking colors bright and kissing,
melted paths escaping sorrow,
blurring into some tomorrow
we once dreamed of, yesterday —
ere we gave our hearts
away