Wolf song spills
across ice laced midnight
echoing love- –
in the making.
Rapt- –
a tangle of desire,
we share the melody
coiled in midnight- –
glistening.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Photo Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
It is not the rain
of summers past
that wash away long nights
but the memories
The dreams condensed
inside each crystal drop
and the realization- –
the thunder is even lonelier
that floods the soul
with waves of comfort
and shortens the night
with a song- -softly.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Shadows move
across the clouds
in circles,
patterns of them
bending
like saplings
in the wind,
wings of them
arc toward the sun.
– -Soaring,
a heaven
unknown to man.
Except of coarse,
those of us
who
move among the clouds,
free falling
– -but not.
We spread our wings
toward the wind
and
by some splintered fragment
of Spirit given knowledge
implanted seed-like
in our souls- –
experience the hawk,
raven, eagle, falcon
and their song of flight
burning deep within.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
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All poetry and photographs on Cerulian Moon is the sole work of Suzie Ashby. Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby. If I use quotes from anyone else or photographs, I will give full credit to the right parties.
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