The mountains have long stood

The mountains have long stood and guarded the plains, while a thousand summer evenings have sighed and slept.   They have seen children created and homesteads blown away by western winds that through the valleys have swept.   They judge not but they keep their faces to the light and in the evening they tenderly…

The mouths of the stars

It’s burning and it’s brittle, this strange and little thing of ours; Sometimes I see the wings of the sun, then the gaping mouths of the stars, And can I help it, if I can’t stop dreaming of you? I wish you would lay down beside me, in the weightless cradle of the night, and…

These feelings

In the softest shades of the night He spoke to me, Of chasing lions from the mountains To the level of the sea, Of curious, frozen fingers Upon aged sycamore trees, Of the feelings he has, But cannot give freely. It has long seemed a wonder to me, How words sputter forth Clouded mysteries, How…

Something to soothe the soul

I took this picture in Salisbury Cathedral, Wiltshire, England about a year ago.  I loved the reflections of the stained glass windows in the water of the black font. The inscription on the side of the font read: “As you pass through the waters, I shall be with you.” A reminder of the beauty of…

The dance

Love shall not end Though wild eyes close And swollen hearts Cease to beat. They are complete, Your soul and mine, And shall be forever Entwined in this dance. When lips cannot speak And feet remain still Beneath stiff white sheets, We will sweep across That glossed oak floor Like tender flames, A brackish sea-breeze,…