flickering moonbeams …
on ancient shores
retracing steps
wet sand beneath bare feet
sipping kisses
hungry
sweet.
in distant streams
soul heart body mind
bathed as one
in sundrenched streams
flowing
ebbing
teasing
tugging
tasting
lapping
meandering
breathing caresses
wildly flickering
like
giddy moonbeams
on the cool wet sands
of
our beach of dreams
that gentler way …
sometimes in dreams
this world feels a much gentler place
where hunger stalks nights and days no more
where we share this earths gifts
more equally
less greedually
a gentler place
where we’ve bade farewell to war …
sometimes in dreams
i taste the hope
of a gentler world
where songs of joy may be heard each day
a gentler world
where we all
all of us
together
as one
always
always
always
strive to find
that gentler way …
( inspired by Pete Seeger’s “Last Night I had the Strangest Dream” )
http://stopwar.org.uk/music/pete-seeger-last-night-i-had-the-strangest-dream
i am unable
to give up on you
you
who have etched your soul
chiselled deep onto the walls of my vagabond heart
you
whose smile is carved
along the alleyways of time
so wherever i may be
it shall always
be that smile
of yours
that i
see
yesteryears whispers,
murmured promises,
ashen hopes,
scattered amidst the detritus,
of a life wasted away,
stumbling out of one and into another hazy day,
even though my heart still blazes,
my soul aflame,
my spirit revived,
burning bright,
dispelling trepidation,
regretful pained memories,
to be left behind,
at long last,
surrendered to departing night …
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