Snowstorm

The wind howls and thunder calls,
the night a lost goodbye
the hour could be any
the second a long drawn sigh.

An aimless of an evening drive
and the air stays solid ice,
the breath, and love is sunlight warm,
give and take- once, twice, thrice.

Higher Sight

See for what is beauty
and stand by what is right,
Sing the songs of ancients,
and hold them your sight.

The canvas is full with color,
so silent yet so loud,
this sings to soul itself,
by the richly adorned shroud.

I’ll soar with the altospect
wind silent on my wings
and the hues of the painted sky
‘so to the spirit sings.

Sing, for the dawn is near,
See the colors through light
a brighter glow each day revealed,
from first lucem to the eye.

Eye and the light

The years have crinkled the skin,
And the lips may sink in,
But the eye shines brightly yet,
With care and joy and whim.

The eye is but a reflection,
And the waters are warm with light,
And the surface so bright does shine,
In truth, and love and right.

Step back the fire is too white
And it matters not the content of the eye,
For a glorious light rules the earth,
Mist upon the mountains high.