They dance until darkness

A shadow dances upon the wall,
standing upright and proud,
though in truth, shyly and vaguely...
showing us
a partial glimpse
of what actually is...
until the sun fades
and
darkness falls
and
we can no longer see
the
evidence that it ever
was here at all.

To every season.....

I love the change of seasons, when the ground is different every day.
The time between winter and spring is one of my favorites.

Nothing looks the same twice.

Even if shadows fall in the same place, the earth underneath is a busy city unto itself.

On That Day

On that day
so long ago,
in the summer sun,
we held hands from above
and smiled down
at the rest
below,
our dreams
so far ascended.

So
was it the right turn,
or was it the wrong turn?
I have yet to find out.
The way I pushed myself,
pulled by feelings of heart
drawn by feelings of self.
Sometime when you think your soul is
settled,
it stands up and decides to walk about,
unsure and wandering
looking to a lost consciousness for answers.
until a hand from somewhere unknown
reaches to
grasp it's waywardness
and plant your feet
firmly
back
on
the ground.

a moment

A moment of quiet,
a moment of peace
when my mind makes no noise,
everything inside stands,
so very still..
so I can hear
so I can feel
and know
that you are there,
to hold my soul
when it cries
to walk away slowly
when it sleeps.
should I ever stop taking
a breath
so deep
I pray, my dear lord
my soul
you
will
forever
keep.