the sound of horses across an empty field
light diamonds away from waterfalls
the closeness of unending dreams
dreams
love continues
flesh tears
love is stronger
hearts break
love is stronger
dreams die
love is stronger
stronger than flesh
stronger than hearts
stronger than dreams
love continues
purple berries
purple berries snow background
birdsong breaks silence
pale sun
dreams
Some people burn books
Some people burn books
for books can burn souls;
light hearts through reading –
wild future dreams come
Three pieces about the shortest and longest days (2 by me, 1 by Karina Brink)
The shortest day beckons sunlight.
The darkest night is before the dawn.
The path ahead may be through the shadows
but even this will pass.
***
The longest day brings an abundance of light.
Banishes all darkness & shadows.
At night, short & sweet:
Only dreams
Of hope.
***
Dreams of colour, splintered light.
The darkness behind the mirror leaves us with the shortest night.
And hope slow burns.
Honoured to share a page with Karina Brink @KarinaMSzczurek
When I was a boy I dreamt
When I was a boy I dreamt of protecting her. My hands would stop bullets, my coat the rain. Now though we have grown up and walk together.
