Seaside Anchor

Wildfire

My heart is humming

My gaze upon you is running

My soul through

My skin

Sweat

Yearning for your loving

To you

My spirits

Been summoned

Sparked by my desire

and

In the hills

And valleys of your beauty

My wildfires a coming

Soundwaves

Haunted dreams and and daydreams

And echoes of the past

The sound was just a shadow

The last

Gone as the sun went down

Blown over

With the tides

The sea now settled

Waves all crashed

Hermit

Shrouded in darkness

When the sun don’t shine

The light within

The strength to find

The bright side

In the truth

That in your days

Doesn’t shine so bright

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Virgo

Her summery spirit and winterly blues

Seemingly Eternal and

Alive in the myths of the ages

Resented by some

Embraced by sages

Reflected in smiling faces

Known in the far corners of the lands

In the most common

And strangest of places

Skywatchers

The first hint of light

And the new day has begun

In the shadows of the sun

Beneath cosmic illumination

Piercing through the clouds

Forests and windows

As the mornings breath

In the air gently blows

Lonely is the night

Yet no one is alone

Witnesses of the new moon

Sometimes bright

Always fading soon

Dream Perfection

Big and beautiful dreams

picture perfect reality

of the heart and mind

Alive in fantasy

In the morning sunshine

You awake by sounds and sight

The guiding light

The Forgiving rain

The whispers of the forest breeze

The hum of the skies

Birds and bees

All that your eyes can see

All that your being can believe

Shoreside

Feathers in the breeze

On the sea scene

The sea’s scene

By boardwalk painters seized

The sailors dream

Of warm breezes

and sunbeams

The future of tomorrow

Lies in the aspiration and

Visions of the plans

The fishermen see

Tides roll in

And out

Rain or sunshine

The seagulls wander over the shores

Peacefully

Squawking about

Morning Snow

Snowed in

Natures house arrest

Warm cider

Picture perfect

Kind of day

Sunshine and silent snowfall

Gleaming ice

Wind wisping our troubles  away

Moonshine Oil

Haunted by the howling wind

Blinded by the moonlight

Broken

By and by without care

Victimized by the fright

Of the ghostly

Most ugly freakish of sights

The ink bleeds Lies

Lies and

There aint nothing nice

You could ever love

In the coldest of shadows

Creeping in the willows

Of nothing nice

Aint nothing nice

In the air tonight

Just spooky dreams

Sending cold shivers

.Through chilly spines

wickedness

Nighmares

down on the bottom

Of an overworn cursed

Tainted

Drying and draining bottle

no one really likes

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Hammock

Waves crashing along the seaside

Beneath the diamond lit night

Dreams and fantasies

In the slipstream

Fading out of sight

In a seashell auditorium

Bathed in moonlight