dream

whispers on the wind

a melody of my love

the mist rolls in

as do the dreams I send

close your eyes

yet awake you shall lie

as do I

for I am on your mind

as you are on mine

even after all this time

perhaps because a love such as ours

is not to be taken lightly

nor forgotten and left behind
)0(

ladyblue

2*17*2013

12*12*12

~a Peter Wilkin Photo

on this day that will never be again
mist from above rolls in
shrouding for a moment
to pause and contemplate
a direction to begin

the terrain is shifting
as spirits begin lifting

from above to below

clouds show cross-roads

the spirit rises high
a defining moment in time
set within the blue skies
a color to heal, to tranquilize
chaotic thoughts that roam
these shifting times
with winds of change
what…who will be left behind
or do we stay,becoming part of time
watching the terrain be altered
as the mist rolls through
under skies so blue

a voice

given to the choice
you choose
to alter your terrain
within
and throughout

)0(
ladyblue
12*12*12

Remembering Sunday….

Remembering Sunday

walking down the  back dirt roads,  I remember

Sunday’s were for resting, January through December

sometimes church, but mostly I ran off before everyone was awake

always a wayward kid, looking for something to satisfy my curiosity ache

 

grandpa knew where I was headed, so he just shook his head and smiled

scootin everyone in the olde blue chevrolet,he started it up, they’ld be back in awhile

I went down to the creek to catch crawdads, skippin stones, laughing when I got more than three

then off to the olde tank where the bullfrogs seemed to always wait to sing  for me

 

song birds sang as I played in the fields of peanuts and cotton, and stopped to climb a tree

up there sittin on the branches I could be anything, anyone I wanted to be

pickin wildflowers as I made my way back to the barn to check out the new kittens

these Sunday mornings always had me smiling, laughing, I was surely smitten

 

I look out over the pastures that are now where the horses graze in the morning mist

no more cotton or peanut fields to be planted, oh how those spring days I miss

I miss my grandpa, all six foot six of him as he would take my hand in his when he got home

for in his hand I knew I was in his heart, never for even a moment in this world was I alone

 

time passes, I hear music on the wind this Sunday morning as I walk on these backroads alone

I hear my heartbeat and feel the energy of Gaia beneath my barefeet as I head back home

I miss those Sunday mornings where I was just me against the world at large in those wide open fields

tucking the memories in once again, I hear the crow cawing as I put back up those heart shields

 

)0(

maryrose

25feb.2012

 

A Moment In Wonder

~photo…Philip Harrison

A Moment In Wonder

 

for a moment the mist parted like a sacred shroud

before us lay beauty upon hallowed ground

a sign from the ancient ones could be seen

upon the frozen waters a heart surfaced with a subdued gleam

 

all seemed right with the world in that moment in time

without looking around, one knew pure beauty and grace in kind

winds from the direction north caressed us into the space at hand

we stood side by side with all the ones’ before that walked this wondrous land

 

we marvel at the art of the craft built from someone’s long ago dream

though as we turn to wander we realize there is more at hand than it first seemed

stones carefully laid within each other to hold that dream someone had brought to life one day

had been taken and strewn about carelessly and lay in complete disarray

 

wandering further along , we wondered who could do such a callous, heartless deed

to take part in a vandalism of such malicious  destruction of property

 standing so still, surveying the sad destruction of part of this land’s history

 the air became very still and quiet echoing disdain and misery

 

we could feel the sadness of all who walked before us and were with us today

for the world seems to have lost respect of dreams others created along this journey’s way

will they reap what they have sown, or for once taking responsiblity

or does the world once again turn a blind eye to respect and common courtesy

)0(

maryrose

18feb,2012

 

 

 

 

Voices of the Ancients

 

Voices of the Ancients

 

 Wandering alone through the so quiet green meadows and lazy rolling hills

 

the maiden stops by the river, listening to the sad song of Whipporwill

 

as she tilts her head  a smile touches her face  and is seen dancing within  her eyes

 

the wind begins to whisper and as she listen’s, she hears  musical voices say,  its time to learn to fly

 

 

 

She stops in her tracks looking around,  no one before her does she see anywhere

 

the wind picks up in it’s fury,  the voices around her very loudly begin to share

 

Laughter on the wind,  so many excited voices begin at once to speak

 

the energy of their words make her knees buckle and she starts to feel weak

 

 

 

Where is all this commotion coming from she wonders out loud

 

then as she stands in awe, the mist becomes visible,  parting before her like a scared shroud

 

with the blink of an eye standing before her are women and men of all forms beyond this life’s Light

 

so much joy to take in,  she gasps as she claps her hands at the incredible sight

 

 

 

We are the Voices of ages,  past,  present and what is to become

 

here to share with you the unfolding of a new world  that has begun

 

do you stand before us and take up the Sword of Truth and Might

 

becoming One as we have before You, knowing its time to set our sacred  Earth

once again right

 

 

 

With no hesitation did she faulter or withdraw in fright to speak her will

 

for somewhere in her memories she knows the Ancient Ones before her are alive and

very real

 

Though she knows not for sure what to say or do,  she stands tall and

speaks from within clarity of her heart

 

I bow before You, she says,  it will be my Honor to help set Mother Earth right,

when do I start

 

 

 

The thunder  rolled and loudly clapped,  as the firey lightning streaked across the darkened skies

 

surrounding her with breathtaking music that came straight from the clouds on high

 

She watches as an army of Angels slowly descends floating down from above to the Earth

 

knowing she was about to witness Mother Gaia’s Gift about to be blessedly birthed

 

 

 

The Voices of the Ancients and the Angels began to sing in  perfect harmony and  glory

 

for they had found one more warrior to take up the call of a new wonderous  Herstory

 

Slowly the winds died down, the skies begin to slowly clear

 

the maiden watched as the window of  a New Dawn opened up to her so near

 

 

 

She felt the embrace of the Ancients  melding her into their energy, and instantly she felt  strong

 

tears ran down her cheeks,  for now she understood where she had always belonged

 

The maiden was One of the Ancients,  awakened,  she could now begin her Journey that was always destined to Be

 

she looked at the river,  hearing the sad song of the Whipporwill,  turning away she silently stepped into the Mist, she was no longer in a hurry

 

 

 

)0(

 

LadyBlueRose

 

31jan.2012

Journey To Find Me

Journey To Find Me….

 

Wandering on a journey to find me

not sure where the path would take me

Each cross-road seemed to end in a broken road

Still I move on, following the North Node

  

Different I sit outside and watch others live and play

I always felt alone, seemingly in their way

So I watched in the shadows late in the night

no one noticed I carried in my heart a small light

  

A  small ember that smoldered with sparks

how could no one see that light in the dark

it grew with each passing moment in time

as I slowly left more people and clutter behind

  

Searching, I looked everywhere, never giving into fear

for I knew  the other half of my Soul was always near

one night, late I sat under the blanket of stars

looking at and thinking the North Node was so very far

 

I was losing hope, giving up and retreating into the void of black

intending to fall, and never look back

as I began to rise, and spread my arms to fly

I heard a voice, softly call to me from in the night skies

 

My heart was racing, tears began to well up in my eyes

for I felt such love embracing me from across the Mist’s divide

it seems someone was looking for me as I was for him

the world suddenly didn’t seem so grim

 

As the North Node lit up the dark skies

my heart seemed to burst with joy and take flight

as I slowly floated down to the Earth

I knew a new dawn was about to be birthed

 

so many broken roads, so many silent tears

ended on that February night for me, the other half of my Soul was near

Each moment has been an incredible ride

we ride the vast universes emotional  tides

 

Not one moment would I dare to change

it has been joyous love, to others though it may seem strange

how can love find a way into a computer screen

I only know Goddess and the Universe had to have seen

 

Two halves of a whole, meant to find one another

searching their lives,  for to them there is no other

Now those two have created a third energy

For now there is You…Me….through every crossroad it has  become “We”

 

)0(

maryrose

2011