Poems of Serenity and Imagination

Whispering Wind

Standing here,
all alone,
upon a
breezy morn,
I heard a
softly sighing
gently prying
kind of
crying
song.

It sang
to me;
to me
it sang.
The wind
whispered
to me;
the whispering
wind.



Oasis

Through
the shimmering
radiating heat,
onward.
Though the
tremendous
odds are
unlikely.
Sweating profusely,
heavily burdened
and weary
the scorched
sand-driven
traveler
travels on
across the
barren land
of storms
and grit.
Seeking the
happy refuge
of the
hidden oasis
beyond the
next bleak
windy dune,
and the next,
and the next,
and the next.



Shadowvale

Shady boughs
of pine
and gorse
are brushed
aside by
the great
and noble
warrior upon
his steed
of chestnut.
Facing all
challenges
and ne'er
retreating
any of
his long
and treacherous
way.
Here he
halts, in
this peaceful
vale of shadows
among the
spruce and
swaying limbs
of willows
near the
steep bank
of a creek.



Sea Song

Singing sea
of salt
and spray
who beats
away at
the craggy
rock cliffs,
which stand
against the
raging onslaught
of pounding
waves and
currents.
Forever they'll
sing the
sound of
the sea
and the earth
in its
endless dance
of life
and song.
Forever the
waves will
crash and
rend the
stony beaches.



Death's Plague

Creeping forward
to pounce
and snatch
unwitting victims.
Chained
eternally within
the tomb,
raging spirits
to thrash
and torment
their own
tortured minds
in the
depths of
death,
until an angel
appears and
beckons them
toward rest
and glory
in heaven
with the
righteous.



Possibility

I suppose,
You could,
Maybe,
Maybe not,
I'm not sure,
It's a possibility!



Sailing Away

Too fast to catch,
Too swift to see,
Too sly to snatch,
Too different to be,
A thought, sailing,
On a moonlit sea,
Sailing away,
On a gentle breeze,
Not to stay,
A quiet please,
Oh, now it is gone,
Ne'er to come,
Or sing a song,
Maybe, more or some.



Thinking Girl (Windy Day)

Staring straight ahead,
A girl, out a window,
Watching the trees,
Leaves, swirling in wind,
Roaring, swooshing wind,
Carrying a single leaf,
In its cool shifting arms,
Dropping out of sight,
A golden thought,
Slips away on the cloudy day,
Where does it go?
And from whence it came?
To the moor's starlit trees,
And the forest, brimming,
Spreading thoughts across,
A world--an ocean of dreams,
No wall can hesitate, nor break,
No chain can hold, nor torment,
No cell, nor jail, can bind,
Thinking thoughts, dreaming,
Windy and chill; cloudy and dreary,
Not to the girl, out the window,
An array of ideas, thoughts,
Flying thick and fast, carried away,
By a breath of eager wind.



Smiling a Smile

If you smile a smile,
All day and all the while,
You'll find that the people you meet,
Will be glowing and happy right down to their feet,
So smile a smile all the long day,
And you'll feel like a sunshine ray!



Alone

Nobody can see,
A friend inside of me,
I really do try,
Maybe I'm just shy,
A few people notice in a trice,
And some are even quite nice,
But does anyone, anyone see,
Your sort of friend inside of me?



Light

Symbol of mysteries,
Life of a fairy,
How do you see?
Eyes full of
Me.



Timidy

Skittering about,
Between others' feet,
Hiding when frightened,
Smiling when cared for,
Happily, timidly, living a life,
Shyly showing my spirit of light.



Mysterious Smoke

Ne'er has any brave soul
Seen the like--mists of despair
Spewing rancid air.



Mountain Forever

People, animals,
All fade away given time,
Mountains live forever.



Freedom

Sweet song, fresh cool breath,
Do as I please, just laws,
My land, oh, great land!



Thinking

Fliting, yes, away,
Flying wisp, hither thither,
Remember again.



Growl

Rumbling, deep, dark,
Evil wish, nearby and loud,
Tone of the hunter.



Dancer

Graceful and
flawless she
floats to
the moon
of another
land
unreachable
for others
that cannot
understand
the ways
of a perfect
dancer.
Dimpled and
smiling she
climbs the
unbreachable
crest, a
wave of
music and
rhthym breaking
upon her
rigid cliff
beaches in
the attempt
to create
a living
earthly angel.


Forsaken

Her face illuminates the garden with a balance of perfect beauty and a sadness harrowed,
She weeps, as sunrise lights the heavens, as she remembers a heart once borrowed,
A misty gown of hers fades in the morning light, glowing in the wraith-like haze,
No queen could be but half as royal, but as the shadows lighten a rose attracts her gaze,
Kissing it with fervent lips, which none but hers could be as red, whatwith the early cold,
This splendor is unearthly, this passion too unreal, soon the truth will suddenly unfold,
This ghostly apparition, though of beauty absolute, has a soul where much sorrow seeped,
Her countenance reflects the stare of a true love's soul, rejected, forsaken and reaped,
The essence of her quiet features is a question most complex, but surely, it is real,
Possibly, it is the memory of one on earth, who had something that no one else could feel.


Daughter of Venus

Airily she flows like breathing water,
Pausing now and again in shimmering light,
Coy and lovely indeed is Venus' daughter,
Only she in the garden, oh, such a radiant sight.

As her phantom-shape glides softly on by,
A shy tiny bud, so rosy red, sings,
Together their souls join; soaring into the sky,
And every heart they pass on silver shadowy wings.

As the evening star rises in falls a hush,
The girl and her flower blissfully flying,
To mountain and cloud; to swoop and to rush,
With wind in her hiar the beauty itself is sighing.

Nighting glaes sing and the stars murmer along,
Singing so softly their heavenly song.