Poets marbles A highway of thoughts Creating galaxies And foreign solar systems Carefully lining them up Subtlety aware Of the invisible forces And the spaces in between Of hidden treasures In the shadows Of the intangible unseen ~
I remember This road I remember Climbing the tree Sitting exhilarated In its canopy Looking down At the mystic rivers steady flow Warm scents rising up From the lush undergrowth I remember This road I remember Quiet whispers from elven tongues The breeze of fresh air Filling my lungs
There are days The Atlantic waves Are crashing wild and tall Against the naked limestone wall Regardless of the force It doesn’t change its absence of course Remaining solid and still Revealing stealth beyond will On the surface the cliff reflects An apparent reality, superior and complex And yet,
Neutral life Filling it out With our inner eyes Projecting our own colors Onto boundless stillness Keeping track of time In a timeless universe Weaving the fabric Of stories around What simply is ~
A day gone by Bright wings Touching the sky Fading into dreams Makes me question Is anything what it seems? Moments constantly turning Into nothing But memories of the mind, burning Feathers gently brushing away The dream Of who ever I was today ~
How often do we stop And give life Our full attention How often are we present To the mystery Of another How often do we listen To the silence of being That lives within How often do we let Open curiosity Lead the unknown way How often do we
The forces of nature Untamed and free Running through my veins I am the Sea ~ I have uploaded this before in colors, here’s a version in black and white for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Forces of Nature
Silent presences linger In a white veil of spray Carrying many a tale untold Of a far away yesterday Time passes Much is no more Although a mark remains Deep in the hearts core Words written A last black trace Of moments lived Of new moments to face The
When I stand On the edge Of the barren cliffs When my eyes Reflects the wild Of the roaring sea When I touch The quiet grace Of a mystical rainbow When I listen To the harmonies Of the howling wind When I disappear Into the spiralling Mist of sea-spray
A gentle wind Blows within The spirit of the horse A mystical force Ready to defend A sensitive friend At home in the mists Here unknown realms exist Gazing into the distance Penetrating existence The sound of galloping hooves To a shamans drum it moves Light shines in its
Whispers linger In the quiet morning air Fairies and mountain elves I sense their gentle care Whispers linger In the quiet morning air Untold tales Of loss and despair Whispers linger In the morning air We can tread lightly If we care to dare ~
She of quiet streams Weaving simple dreams Of endings and new beginnings An eternal dance Natures infinite romance ~
Mountain palette A subtle colorful display Of Life’s multiple facets Do we truly choose our way? A moment of still Before moving forth To an unknown rhythm Heading North ~
Clipped wings Facing rough winds Dark fire Broken lyre Haunting tunes Grieving natures misfortune When mankind marched on Depriving life’s pure song For his own good Something he sorely misunderstood ~
Many shades of blue Each a link to what we know to be somewhat true ~
Drifting separately Or so it seems Unaware that everything is connected By the space in between ~
Dreaming and drifting Returning home to a place I had never left
Listening To the howl of the wild Absorbing A glaciers blue light Fading Into mountain strong Sensing The winds solitary song Quietly And light-footed she disappears Touching A different sphere ~
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 