Come to You

I come to you seeking refuge
from my heart,
and the point of being.
I need velvet pouches
of diamond dust wisdom- –
your splintered moon’s
profound treasure- -profound
measure of all the right words,
sentimental and sound enough
to wrap my heart around.

Cold- –
shining sun passes
quickly giving way to twilight.
I might not wait for words
spilling from a splintered moon.
I have no cloak for protection
from the war of heart
versus mind- -mind
versus soul.  I’ve done the math,
a thousand splintered moons
have passed since purpose
escaped my grasp.

I don’t want empty words
of reason’s reasoning
on excuses, or the proper
seasons for making love.
– -I come to you
seeking refuge from my heart
and the point of being
in my skin.  I need
a cloak of protection
to swathe my inner child in.
She’s waiting for answers and sweets- –
needing a reason for being,
beyond- –
           simply being.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Photograph a family photo, Copyright 2010,
by Suzie Ashby.

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Harvest Longing

Slowly
I step
into swirling liquid ribbons
colored autumn,
warm- -yet cool
– -body paint your heart
with love,
airbrush your soul
flesh tones of laughter.
– -Moonlight spills
over water- -I sigh.
Kiss me passionately
– -impassioned
love art- -us
on harvests satin canvas.
Hues
of human nature
blends us with life
nurturing
                 harvest’s
                                 sweet longing.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Small One Laughing: Grandma Nora

My Grandmother Nora (Mom’s Mom)

Meadow swollen
with blossoms
velvet wings flutter
Nora- -Small One Laughing
in shining sun
seeks flowers for her raven hair.
Eagle screams in the wind
– -they come, Thunder Beings
rolling, crashing
hiding the sun.
Skyward
Small One’s eyes
fly with Eagle- -soul
flies.  Nora- -Small One
Laughing sings to the skies.
Crystal rain
dropping, leaping
spilling down- -down
over lichen painted granite– –
granite painted Earth.
Small One Laughing
becomes the rain- -one
with it, dancing.
Golden sun returns- -glistening
from above sweeping
painted Earth with love.
Nora- -Small One Laughing
rain kissed- -on the run back
through the warming sun- –
back to the wild flowers
for her raven hair.

Meadow Wild Flowers

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Both Photographs Family Property of Suzie Ashby, Copyright 2010.