A Moment in Time
With eyes half closed I watch my lover stretch
Arms extended above her head, she transforms
Across the vast, endless heavens she did reach
no longer held by silken sheets or human forms
Like the Milky Way, arching across the night
her hair carried upon the cosmic winds
creating vibrant ribbons, translucent and bright
Diversity remains but separation mends
Expression of love I can barely fathom
Rays of light radiate as iridescent beams
Atoms coalesce and galaxies become
planetary bodies, held within her dreams
Could there be any greater grace?
As nebula’s reveal their glorious prize
The future home of every living race
being birthed in the depths of her eyes
I am consciousness, immortal darkness
The light and heat push against me
from the worlds created in her likeness
now adrift within my infinite sea
She illuminates my soul so that I may see
She is everything I always wanted
but couldn’t conceive that I could be
Towards newborn sun I move undaunted
Now I stand upon this soil and stone
Solid within the space I’ve longed to explore
In earthly guise I’ve become the known
yet, remember still the eternal I was before
With arms held up and open wide
I sing her praises across the sky
Gratitude fills me, in grace I do abide
For born from darkness and love was I
I bow
Fields of Green and Forest Splendor- A poem
The inspiration for this poem came from a phone conversation with a friend. She told me about a playground in her area that was being renovated. There was a small wooden castle that had deteriorated and was no longer safe for the kids to play in. The castle was torn down and they added more trees and a larger area of grass. She told me about the project, knowing I enjoy writing and thought it might somehow make a good story idea for me.
Right away I got the feeling it would make a suitable poem. I hope you agree.
Whenever I write about some thing or event I’ve witnessed, I always ask myself if there’s anything I can learn about myself from what I’m seeing. I’ve found it useful in making me a more observant person and at times gained wisdom from some otherwise trivial experiences.
I’ve come to the conclusion, normal events and those which transcend the mundane actually exist parallel with each other. The only thing that determines which world we live in, is how much we’re willing to uncover and acknowledge the depth of simple beauty moving just beneath the surface of our busy lives.
The castle keep I refer to is common to most European castles from the 11th and 12th century. It is the place of last defense, the inner-most sanctum and often held the kingdoms most important assets.
Source: Photo by Brian Stansberry via acobox.com
The Fields of Green and Forest Splendor
Lament not, demise of castle keep.
Leave behind those walls of stone,
even though, they’ve served so well.
There you hid from enemies.
Lain cloaked from shadowy fears.
Lost in the echo of your silence.
Yet, can you not hear the longing
in the whispering of your soul?
Has it been forsaken to survive?
Cast away those barriers and shackles.
Walk upon the fields of green and forest splendor.
Decree you kings and queens, one and all.
Lords and Ladies, of rank and standing.
Walk upon the fields of green and forest splendor.
Sing forth the dawning of everlasting life.
For the keep, respite that it was,
become the same as dungeon deep.
And protected thee from what?
Lead us on, and still,
but as children, laughing.
Let the play unfold
Towers high, watched o’er your kingdom,
but no longer serve, for kept were you,
away from sunlit glade and mossy brook.
They too have gifts to share with you
Walk upon the fields of green and forest splendor,
Here, Springs promise blooms eternal.
The true kingdom is well within your reach.
Walk upon the fields of green and forest splendor.
And the walls? Let them fall, let them fall.
As mortar crumbles, stone will tumble.
Let light stream in and out from you.
Gaze this day upon the world anew
Stand as one, not servant nor master.
Rise up with song and prose,
in praise to life in joy and laughter
Lament not, demise of castle keep,
for love can no longer be constrained,
or held prisoner, in its former haven.