Firelight shines bright
On the face of my beloved
Outlining her softest features
Giving breath to her breath
Light to her light
As she lies there
There, her expression still
Quiet as her mind grows quiet
Worries slip away
And firelight shines upon her
Worries now are gone, her
Hair falls easily, wildly
Her breath, soft
Like the fire’s
They breathe together
Both soft as ever
One crackles, both burn
With light
So bright
Grey skies
Quiet
They encompass all, touch nothing
Change everything
Spinning circles
In my mind
Often I find
I’m jumping over hurdles
And my mind hurtles
Spinning circles
Brave enough
Wise enough
Strong enough
That we can be enough
To deserve
All we have
That we can be enough
To seize
The light
That we do enough
And choose
What’s right
Inspired by the words of Amanda Gorman in her poem “The Hill We Climb”.
Wide, bright horizons
O’er epic tales of courage
Rolling through my mind
Sweet sounds of music spinning in my mind
Play symphonies no matter what the hour
In silent orchestras daily I find
A tranquil, simple, everlasting pow’r
And when did kings and despots
Earn their unearthly pow’rs?
How did they claim the priv’lege
To rule o’er others’ lives?
As I espy outside the falling snow
A fire within me wakes to go and play
To lay upon the drift by my window
To be untroubled on a troubled day
Fire crackling
Pages turning
Cocoa steaming
Babies sleeping
These are the good times
I opened the page
And read of a mage
Whose powers were endlessly strong
He killed many beasts
Went to royal feasts
And s’pposedly knew right from wrong
But oft was I struck
By how his good luck
E’er boded ill for all but he
He’d “rescue” a town
Yet hundreds would drown
The carnage there for all to see
“A hero he was!
“Our hero because
“The man killed the treacherous king!”
So many would cry.
(Before they did die)
I know not why for him they’d sing
Yet still he’s cheered on
This storiéd con
I read about once in a book
Some say it’s all fun
To read what he’s done
But I say it’s gobbledygook.
