my digital photo and painting
Gray Skies
Alone, a gray seagull flies
across the gray-layered skies
to where I stand on this shore-
still, alone, and young no more.
Beyond the gray-watered sea
lie lands hidden in mystery-
gray mountains I cannot climb
and gray mists disappearing Time.
I look far beyond with no fear
as the mists draw ever near
and my soul prepares for flight
back to the great, eternal Light.
Till then, I’m enjoying here
with all I love and hold most dear.
I choose a true poetic view-
freeing everything I do.
I walk this world and the next
through sight and sound and text.
I create each step of my own tracks
or fly upon seabirds’ backs
to dance the winds of oceans
and celebrate my emotions.
My thoughts dive deep, deep and free-
far beyond what eyes can see.
My thoughts rise high, high and free-
far beyond what eyes can see.
Then, beyond Thought I can go
to where I am Life itself- and
Know.
In an instant I am Here-here
watching gray skies slowly clear.
Flowerpoet 