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no longer remember

flying home

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us

– Mary Oliver

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Winds of time2

i no longer remember your eyes

green and gold

looking through into my soul

i  let go of the lies

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i don’t remember the touches of your finger tips

drawing hearts on my skin

nor the touch of your lips

that kissed with no end

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i have forgotten the feel to love in once upon a time

a day where thoughts of tomorrow were shared

nights where there was no illusion of time

wondering no more if you ever really cared

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i no longer remember the way we were

nor the what that should have been

i made it through that life changing curve

and now i am just me again

~maryrose

26july2017

blue butterfly with quote

images found on the internet

remnants

morning solitude

me, my thoughts…..alone

within this darkest shadow i’ve ever known

drifting to find an escape

knowing there is no such place

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i pass through myths and lore

shadows of love cast from time before

promises made within the lies that were laid

only remnants of shattered love remain

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magick calls to me over and over

i turn away looking for that non-mystical closure

long walks on broken roads

destiny with no more stories to be told

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how does one return

from a betrayers burn

gather ashes to rebuild?

create layers of walls and shields

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ones lessons take on many paths

dreams lay bare in the aftermath

let the pieces lay scattered on the floor

is there nothing to take with you from before

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where to go from here

another day another year

shadows filtered the light

does one ever get it right

mary

25 may 2017

written

no boundaries

a story written in the stars

once upon a time in the distant far

hidden words within the lines of your face

memories of times past,sequestered in another place

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words no longer have a voice for you to send

they’ve become whispers riding the wind

the further they drift away

the easier it gets to keep going on this way

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the past is a blur in the setting of the sun

the future seems never to have begun

dreams will stay hidden,deep in silent thoughts

the battle is lost,never even being fought

mary

25 may 2017

 dreamer

images and video found on the internet

invisible threads

colliding worlds

We are individual worlds of light and dark, forever colliding

pieces of our ancestors flow between us and our children,always looking,sometimes finding

held together by invisible threads weaving our histories

ancient voices from beyond whispering, sharing within life’s hidden mysteries

some good, some not so good,all reflecting stored memories of experiences

entwined together in each of our similarities and differences

the past is ever present as it looks forward into an unknown future

we are after all our own life’s stories script writer and producer

we choose of free will to act or react to the sharing of our soul’s heartbeat

we rejoice in pleasure of gratitude, or feel the agony contained in a moment’s defeat.

dancing in the rain,walking beneath the moon, barefoot upon the beach,

catching air in between our dreams, all are within reach.

~mary

21April2017

dreamer

(images found on the internet)

upon this morn

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a dance of spirits upon this morn

another day and you are born

a breath that was halted upon this cloud

no longer cold wrapped within heavens shroud

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a song of joy heard before time began

before life flowed with in a glass of sand

a smile that became an eternal light

to guide my soul through the darkest of nights

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a whisper from nowhere,everywhere shakes the trees

within its surrender i once again become free

a place where love is of peace

within this Light of Divine, my soul is released

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a prayer of hope from long ago

thoughts into words become a hearts song

within the rise of this mornings sun

a new breath within eternal life has begun

~mary

16 April 2017

ready to fly

 

 

 

footprint of memories

stonehenge-sunset

ancient times held in stones

silence wanders among it’s ghosts

whispers through from times gone past

where footprint of memories still last

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created by a connection circled in unity

today shrouded in mists of life’s mysteries

wisdom in voices heard on the wind

where truth cannot bend

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sharing within it’s stone walls

answering to all who come to call

teaching of the Creators’ balance in nature

caring for all life, responsibility for one’s behavior

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walking on sacred ground

listening…sharing the wisdom that is found

where we had been times before

where we traveled to many distant shores

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a time of many tears, a time of laughter

a time when we connect with the here after

all is possible on this sacred ground called earth

where in each death there is a creation of birth

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our threads of life connections woven in webs of many colors

each a path for us to move forward and discover

who we are as we take a direction of the four winds

following the whispers the ancients shall send

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today I follow traces of the footprints into the winds of the west

where together with them I stand watching the sun set

beauty in their life and death brings rivers of tears

as I listen in the stillness of the wind, their stories I hear

always…I know they are near

mary

(images were found on the internet)

letting-go

love

Winds of time2

love came tripping off my tongue

quietly stumbling, falling

words rushing as if time had just begun

hesitating, perhaps stalling

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silence echoed in it’s wake

uncertainty grips somewhat foreboding

breath it seems to take

pain within spirit is exploding

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illusive within time lost

found again within delusions

searching no matter the cost

questions never finding a conclusion

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love is the greatest mystery

a feeling, an act, a moment

vulnerable in it’s liberty

of a heart wide open

mary

19 march 2017