Where can I find the moment
Spared amongst my words,
That can echo through my chest
Never spoken, never heard?
Where can I seek that refuge,
Open as the rays of sun,
That my spirit may bear
What a prayer has done?
Author: ahorsealone
Agreed- Day 11
What tree shall spring from these lands
Like the eager waters of the sea
And yield its blossoms, as if hands,
Pleading heaven for its tears.
Shall it yield its branch to Earth
As truth listens to nature’s plead
And in our heart its secrets birth,
Though will we …have agreed?
Story of a Storm- Day 10
A stranger has left my town
Leaving the skies tired and gray,
And pine bristles to softly sound
As the wind chased him away.
He left for us a chill that settled
Hushing all that wake to song,
And an emptiness that meddled
In the human breath for long.
Even so outside I took
A little afterward walk.
Beside the keeping brook
I listened to a little talk.
Where I’m sure I listened to
A story silence covered…
A gentle truth that few knew
In this stream of his lingered.
Shape of my Soul- Day 9
What is the purest scent?
When a warm breeze divorces
Itself from the spring canopy,
Upon it sails the parfum of a flower
That is the shape of my soul.
Day 8
When a day was just like so
And made still of stubborn crow,
I had thoughts I couldnt lose,
So they say of summer blues.
I then set out to find a friend
Out where our pastures end
And I found him where he stayed
Neath the oak that even’n swayed.
Where our younger days would walk
There wed have time taken talk,
There our thoughts met our dreams,
There they fell, lost by no means.
Day 7
Shall birds sing away the mornings?
Will the trees converse…the days?
Can the carols of oh so few
Crickets sooth the nightly disdains?
Tell me not this band’s old musing,
For what good did it do…they,
Who listened lifetimes over, and
Left bodies to take the place of clay.
A Morning Song- Day 6
As you fall beyond the west,
Beyond the plains and ridges rest,
Take what of day was true,
And make gems of morning dew!
Let the young robin sing
To tell his slumber’s dream
Let his notes soar and string,
The melody of a morning stream!
______-Day 5
You have walked upon our land
Through your many journeys,
Though the same face
You have never shown her.
In her restlesness she flourishes
Through her faith she falls…
Despite your changing tears that settle
She knows that you are the same.
Eye’s Blossom-Day 4
The eye’s blossom in midday’s shade,
Is open to droplets of rain
That spread into the infant petal…
Heavens milk in beauty’s kettle.
In quiet repose, forgotten shade
Beneath the pomegranate’s blade,
She fans the dancing, longing, wind
As though to hold faith her friend.
Different Season-Day 3
I saw one fig, maybe more,
Left behind at winters door.
It’s true, it seems, though over,
This seasons follows a different order.
ahorsealone 
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