Midnight whispers
Darkened skies hide
I wait for the night
Listening for hidden secrets
I look into the blackness
Another sun rises and falls
Midnight returns
The moon has faded
Darkness reveals the untold…
Countless mysteries in the sky
Stars fall to the earth
I wish for another…
Night just like this
The cold air bites
White snow is her beauty
The winds howling
Softness to the touch
Stay too long
You may feel her feury
I lay here under sunlit skies
Watching the drifting clouds pass
I look around and see this life
Wonderful times that I had
I feel inspiration for travels ahead
Wondering which ones will be mine
I take my breaths slow
Welcoming all of this in
Eyes focused
Hooves settled with the water
Ears twitched
Hair tangled with the wind
Nostrils flared
Fur embedded with the earth
Muscles empowered
Inside engaged with the fire
Selfworth is hung loosely
I am without meaning
Each day I search
Beginnings and ends, I look
Twine is unraveled…
Knots hold me in place
Still, I have myself
The Night seizes distress
I lay there, resting
Sunlight brings end
Replay into another day
I fight to stay…
Surroundings refuse
And there I am, on repeat
Aching of the chest
Erge to desire
Left empty in existence
Tightening of the throat
Breaths are taken away
Sights hold still
The stiffness of the body gives way
Earth is moved
There I lie cold and unwakening
She walks through fire
She dances in thunderstorms
She is fearless
She fades with the looking glass
Time does not hold still
Her journey must eventually pass
Knowing does not end will
Her presence in this life
Stories to each they wrote
She is pretty as the loosestrife
Soothing calls from a song’s note
She is remembered…
Quilts of warmth hold tight
Her sweet voice murmured
Goodbye to another light
Love you always
Grandmother
My mind it spins and turns
Thoughts of wander grasp
Questions I ask myself unanswered
Ideas of what this means…
I am alive, I feel the connection.
I yearn for its power
Always restless and unsettled
I search for it
Yet I ask… what if it is found
Would I finally feel…
Free—–
Tines tall and wide
He stands hidden in the grass
I hold steadily, with fixed stare
He looks around in the distance
He is not alone in the field
Out steps even greater than known
He travels carefully down to the other
His stature is of strength and power
He is old and wise among them
Viewing this towering whitetail
I gradually bring up my bow
Without taking my eyes off him
Through the sites, he turns broadside
With my breath released, the arrow is freed
Along the creekside he is found
I sit here and admire his entirety
For many years I will look upon him
As he is placed high on my wall…
I am thankful for his presence.
Thoughts Untold Written 