When the lines get blurred We end up getting hurt Mountains fade Walking in an old shade Growing toxicity Loosing touch with simplicity Small things Become big things Slow to understand Allowing an old seed to be in command Not hearing the whisper of the inner voice The one
I’m giving back A day I didn’t see Sadly unused Wasted on me Foreign shadows Finding their way in On a beautiful day That could have been Eyes closed Spirit enclosed The inner Sea Roaring Wild Fighting To break Free Exhausted Sinking into the calm of night Under the
Rainbow touching Sunlit trees Dark clouds lingering Holding rusty keys Rainbow reaching Beyond the eye Down to our world Beneath an infinite sky Rainbow weaving A new fabric of life Golden branches illuminating The mystery by my side Rainbow calling Showing a different way Over the threshold The unknown
Snow-capped mountains Walking on the edge On both sides the abyss Watching my steaming breath Touching the snow With bare sensitive hands Listening to my heart And it’s fiery demands Cool mountain breeze Caressing my naked soul Soaring towards limitless skies On a threshold; dreams exposed ~ WPC –
Mountain strength Ancient tongue People of the sea To this county belong Tranquil Fjord Yet shadows dwell Descendants of the hound son Lived through famine from hell Weaving through the cycle of life Clear streams forever flow Gentle and prudent hands Planting new seeds to grow ~
Mullaghmore A Dreamers door To myths and magic The great unknown Mystery’s invisible shore ~
Natures quiet creation Inspiring our imagination Subtle blue sky The touch of a butterfly Bringer of transformation Life’s natural abrasion ~ WPC: Reflections
On the edge Greeting death Raw. Exposed Still. Disclosed Dissolving From still to storm Reborn…
The Elven Queen. By CpSingleton © 2014 Click here to view the poem Another picture in MrsRedHead Photography’s “Mists of Myths” series blessed with a beautiful poem from an incredible poetic soul. He truly knows how to capture the feel of mists, myths and magic living within this picture. Co-creation
Stirring Building Groaning Churning Smiling Teasing Poking Yearning The freedom to be The eye of love to see The life within you and me… ~ The words was called out by a comment-exchange with Michele D’Acosta on my previous post “Yggdrasill” If you have a moment or three to
Love is art A masterpiece of truth Art is Love Carrying eternal youth A bringer of inspiration To our world of worlds Listening deep To all the spoken And unspoken words Sensing What lies behind And in between Reaching ever further Into the infinite unseen Aliveness All around Every
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 