Moongaze And Dream My Darling

Cast your gaze to the sky my little one
It has finally risen
Skirting above the hills
Be quick my Darling daughter
Grab the rising moon
Shake it ‘til dreams, beams and moon dust fall

We will run through the field just you and me

The air sweetened with honeysuckle
Under the Lord’s radiant awning of moonlight
Hold tight to the basket we brought
And will we gather them all in

We’ll sprinkle moon dust on moonbeams

And let them navigate us through the Milky Way
Taking us up in a swirling swoon and whoosh!
Off we go, adventure awaits, so do your dreams
Your nightgown flows and long hair shimmers
From the burst of our shooting star

We do not speak, we do not need to

Your eyes, your glances and smiles tell me everything
I see you breathing it all in
Close your heavy eyelids my Darling
I will lay your head on your pillow

I will kiss you on your forehead and pray over you

Tucked in, your basket laid next you
The night is still young
Adventure still beckons and awaits you
Enjoy My Darling, my little one, Enjoy!

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

A Nighttime Flight

Brushing supple aspen branches aside
Under stars twinkling exceeding above
Drawing breath in the nighttime mountain air
Groping, moving, feeling my way, at ease
Verily this path have I rambled on many a time

Branches give way to the diminutive clearing

An alpine meadow sweats its scents
I do not feign, or hold my enthusiasm
Forward I look to my nighttime flight

Recollections of summers spent

Deluge emotions of my early youth
As I now stand before “the tree”
Still sturdy all these years

She is still there, waiting for me…my swing

A weather beaten board
Her ropes still clinging
Reaching up to the uppermost chambers of the pine

I sit, grabbing the bulky ropes

Feeling the all too familiar roughness
Still for awhile, eyes shut
Listen do I

Quiet envelops all around

The forest lays silent
The ropes moan and ache in movement
Back and forth…gently, ever so slowly my pace stirs
Tree, rope and board creaking with age

I now am on my nighttime flight…alone

Blinking, winking stars and the Milky Way come into view
Then momentarily disappears under the pine
Then returns in my movements

I have the sense of a child again

Free from care
To wonder and dream
And for this night, just for a few moments…to fly

Copyright 2014  Wandering Satellite Publishing

Warm Aspirations

Hushed and gentle words aright
I would speak into your heart
Beside the pulsing tide and moonlight

Would a tender whisper
A kiss on the forehead
Put a wind in your sails and mine
So we could glide into the day’s ending time

I wonder about soft lace
Your surrendered touch
If we would embrace

Would I watch our footprints behind us?
Disappearing back into the sea
Or would I shut my eyes, ever so tightly

Would the tender breeze from the sea
Stir wisps of your hair into your entrancing stare
With gentle fingers, over your ear

I would remove with care

Would it cause your heart to succumb?
To reveal that glint in your eyes
Would it put a smile into the existing one?

With wonder and praying
How is it that you are so captivating?
A thread you have pulled
Unraveling a heart of solitude

Life is still and composed
Until again, my eyes of you behold
Warm aspirations, reality, conflict between
Like the opposites clamor and serene

I wonder and pray to my Lord to tell
Yet these warm aspirations for you, still do not dispel

^{Copyright 2015 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Filling The Bucket Moon

Surreptitiously I move along in serendipity
Grabbing bucket and spoon
Under the cover of a midnight full moon and simmering stars
To gather a treasure for my love

Moving towards the lakeshore

I meander towards my aim
Scrutinizing the moon resting on the calm of the waters
Wading into the cool I go

With spoon in hand, I begin filling the bucket with the moon

Taking many excursions, many a night
But every night on my clandestine rendezvous
Looking up, it is revealed that it has become a crescent contour

Slowly, over time I am gathering up the moon

I bother not that it may be a shadow from above, for I am in love
For inside my bucket, a radiance glows
Chary do I, not to drop a beam unto the ground

For I wait for my love

Yet she is nowhere to be found
But when she comes
I have such a gift to give

Copyright 2015 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Sunbeams And Bittersweet Things

Sunbeam smile and the little things
Trinkets delicately placed in your hair
Of you I think about
When you were small, with me, were not here

You will always be my little sunshine

Yes, that’s Daddy’s name I have given you
Dolls with dust, you’re growing up
What’s a Father to do?

From a rocking chair

Remembering distant wakeful nights
Of praying over you latent in my arms
Oh precious those days, have taken flight 

You used to waddle and frolic

In the autumn leaves I would rake
Leaning against my tool I would watch
Piles you tried to make

Sunday morning’s ritual curling iron

The baton has been passed to you 
Little golden curls I used to make
Have I now been forced to eschew

The radio flyer wagon, peeling wooden rails

Still rests in the garage, garnered with rust
Could sit you and your brother
But you in front, was always a must

Our conversations now have deepened

Missing bittersweet those days wishing you could speak
Our idiom then
Was when our eyes and smiles would meet

Sights and memories, bygone days, slide into the past

Of a daughter that’s growing older in bursts
Pray for Daddy my dear one
For every new day, as your father, will always be my first

^{Copyright 2015 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

 

Love And Forgiveness

Love…
Love is painful
Through this you know it’s indisputable
You feel it deeply
Breathtakingly alive
How you respond is revealing
Bitterness can be a constant thorn
Choosing longsuffering, a road less traveled is maturity
Forgiveness is not always easy
At times, it is more painful than the wound suffered
To forgive the one who inflicted
And yet, there is no true peace without it

Copyright 2015 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Too Grey And Close To Blue

I am on my way to catch that ray of the sun
That some have already begun to feel
Under a blue sky veiled by grey
But how can I see with sight within the heart
When my revolution clings
With a civil war going on in the inside

Tending to peer within

Looking for my shadows in seasons past
I banter wits with the winds narration
Its resolve always pushing to the future, always tomorrow
In its reveal, it’s constant, a promise taken for granted
Like the sun assured, it always rises, everyday

Trying to distinguish, recounting

The heart’s hopes and daydreams of the future passed
All of us
Have laughed when we were to cry
And cry when we were to laugh

Our lives have not lived up to our dreams

So how does one reconcile, sauntering a path of broken glass?
Are dreams really shooting stars breaking up in the constellations of life imaginations?
Or is our objective in existence been skewed

Copyright 2015 Wandering Satellite Publishing