When I go for the evening skies
I arrive where deep-down
I already am, on the pink and orange
wavelength where thought and feeling merge,
where the currents of mind determine
a heart's flight, undulating
from the high to the low,
before settling on the darkening waters,
next to the cormorant or
the silhouettes of dusky sea-birds against
the flickering water. See
how more and more flocks
come in from the violet east
crossing the luminous skies and how
they glide softly without a noise and
without even beating their wings,
more and more swooping thoughts,
they circle the light-rippled lake,
put silent dots onto the sheath
of flickering silver,
as dots within a sentence
that are awaiting conclusions,
pending, pondering and gently
welcoming meaning: the last sunrays.
There, an array of possibilities, but always
this tang of unlaundered light
until I find it - the blood drenched hour,
when the night shakes me awake.
I suck it in, liquid spectrum,
for I am thirsty as if I went for days
carrying along someone's else's thirst
that would dry me out.
I do not think that a mouth
other than mine would blister
where I drink from the sky,
where I bite out cloud shapes, nuzzle
currents of tangible light
to my heart's soft lips, where
I taste the pure dusk, devour
darkness and find, what I came for,
in an explosion of geese, as I walk past,
that lingers on for a mile
in the sharp breath of the night.
Tranquillity And Peace
Cindy Zilinek
Jagged rocks embedded in the snow capped mountains,
Wind whistling, whirling through the tree tops,
A lone eagle proudly perched on a high branch,
Watching cautiously, protecting it's surroundings.
There is a calm here,
There is peace within,
An invisible shield protects me,
Out of harm's way, I feel safe.
No inner turmoil must I attend to,
No deception from those that surround me,
I am assured of tranquillity high on this mountain,
Only peace and solitude do I sense.
I must safeguard all my emotions,
And not lose my footing on the jagged rocks,
For I am protected here,
No longer abandoned, no neglectful intentions.
The eagle protects me;
No intruders may enter my domain,
Only those whom I permit may enter,
For I am safe from those who would do me harm.
So here I will stay until I am ready,
To face all the demons that haunt me,
For the jagged rocks will not hurt me,
Only safety and peace can penetrate my very being.
A Boat On The Lake
Betty Hattersley
Peacefully gliding hardly a sound,
A woodpecker tapping the tree that he'd found.
The dragonfly passes with gossamer wings,
A Blackbird, contented and happily sings.
Tall trees and bushes, bracken and weeds,
Fishes and tadpoles swim through the reeds.
The bee's are so busy buzzing around,
Collecting the pollen from flowers abound.
Mighty big Oak trees, with branches amass,
The sun peeps through brightly and shines on the grass.
So hazy and tranquil what beauty this sight,
A butterfly dancing all dressed in white.
Moorhens with babies swimming in line,
The Drake and the duck are happy to join.
Colours so perfect that nature has chose,
What magic becomes with these treasures she grows.
Drifting along on a boat on the lake,
A painting of nature an artist could make.
With finger tips touching the waters' that flow ,
This wonderful feeling, inside all aglow.
The sound of the water caressing the boat,
How that blackbird can sing in just the right note.
The smell of the summertime, the feeling it brings,
Look up to the blue sky, birds silhouette wings.
To remember this moment when life is so vast,
A moment so peaceful of thoughts that will last.
Although all these treasures are priceless to see,
They're our gifts sent from nature and given for free.
