Ascension and Silence

Snaking slowly,
heavy mountain mist
hangs- -clings,
constricts the forest.
Cold air moist and thin
steals my breath- –
climbing life my struggle,
ascending in silence- –
ascension my intension 
beyond the inevitable
changes coming
with darkness- -burning
with light, brightly bleeding
energy for seeding stars
feeding a work of art- -love,
heart and soul,
in heavy silence 
and thick mountain fog.
Changing landscapes
clawing- -clinging
heart scapes and footsteps
toward inward ascension
outward- -upward
                               silence
and me, moving
in conjunction
with the stars.
Let go of the fog- –
it lets go of you.

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

Time We Spend

Enigmas- -the moon and you
lying here next to me
stargazing
in one another- -new ground
covered in an hour
feels like making love- -just
passing the time- -away
from those red satin sheets
trailed serpentine
across the floor- –
door standing open,
spell binding- -binding us
never minding the world
as a whole
only the time we spend
absorbing the stars

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

Poseidon’s Kisses

Tide swell erases
words in sand- –
washing songs from shells- –
foam licks our legs,
Poseidon’s moonlight drenched kisses.
We swim with stars at our feet
diving in
to one another,
trying to save the last pearl
from ever being found
by the wrong hand.
Long days of summer gone
we package our love
in seaweed
and color it farewell.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Come Softly

Come softly- –
hand in hand
into the night
when flowers rest
their blossoming faces
– -silently,
shadows become one with the cooling air- –
as will we
with the stars watching
over us.

Come softly with me
into the dawn,
when flowers awaken
to the frosted kiss of fall- –
knowing winter is inevitable.

Come softly
to my heart
where breath is but a faint sound
– -a gentle breeze
fluffing the down of a feather- –
where day and night mean nothing- –
Where time
is only a burden from yesterday,
and all todays
are what really matter.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Where This Could Go

Your soul- -my refuge
we’ve weathered my chaos- –
a deluge of loss, gain loss.
Time- -only time nothing more.
We meld as one- -water colors           
free in the rain- -fluid, brilliant- –
stirring of hearts, stirring
in this mobius continuum- –
dusks, dawns, warm- -cold.
You always hold me,
a peach blossom in your hand- –
softly, sweetly
despite things I do.
Our gentle drifting in you
an eternal thing.
Your eyes- -the unending sky,
you- -the expanse of starts
cradling me- -tenderly.
Safe- -this massive refuge of you.
We know
where this could go- -love- –
getting there is the journey
two hearts take- -searching
for the calm.
we’ve settled
in this fluid painting- –
water colors in the rain- –
absorbing the dusks and dawns,
burning red on the horizon
of our stirring.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.