I Opened a Box

And there he was- -fragmented
- -still
in silver webs of silence- -dreaming.

Inside- -
his fragments- -thumb a ride with life.
Daylight breaks blue and gold
across fresh snow,
never mind the cold, he’s alive.

Love’s breath lingers, a frozen mist- -
golden morning angel wings
surround his face- -tear crystals
hang momentarily
in the grand scheme of grace.

Both life and time- -indifferent- -
infringement on a broken mind, falling.
Transient soul hungers
for a heart-shaped pillow- -
a friendly smile- -coat
from a stranger’s arms warms
for a while.  Memories- -ghosts- -
family’s love to cling to.
What can we do- -God
what can we do?
Angel wings flutter- -somewhere
inside- -somewhere inside
love comes in phone calls from heaven.

I find a picture to cherish a while. 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Merging

Pre-dawn moon glow bleeds
opalescent needles of light
through the pain.
On the sill- -crystals
absorb energy.
Night on fire- -
creativity dances electric- -
sparks ignite.
Brain and body- -one
with heart- -with soul,
flow energy- -flow
with the drumming
deep inside- -outward spiraling.
Moving in time- -swaying
through time,
I begin again.

Perceptions- -
intuition- -light
white-hot,
thoughts, words
flow fire and ice
from my hand- -
warmed by Grandmother Moon,
moved by love- -by God’s grace.
Gifts to loves and lives
across the cosmos.
My soul bleeds, too- -
in wave forms smashing
along the shoreline
of a distant star’s energy
pulsating inside your mind- -
and we connect- -synchronicity,
LOVE.  How can we not
feel such a merging.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.