Top Photo: FAYE TYLER (1910-1990) Jan Stewart’s Mother
Bottom Photo: JAN STEWART (1934-2004) My Mother
Bottom Photo: JAN STEWART (1934-2004) My Mother
Warm Sands Of Time©
Stretched out in the still warm sand
Under a full moon
Next to the crackling fire
Just laying there
Amazed at the fluid flames of molten gold
Dancing with the sparkling silver moon spirits
Across the velvet darkness
Skipping along the crests of a restless sea
Recognizing the miracle of Nature’s fusion
The dazzling, dizzying movement of light
Moon and Fire
Thinking about two women
Unlike any others
The smell of Estee perfume, Belgium chocolate and oil paints
Drift through my memory
Flickering flames as strokes of their talented creations
Looking into the mesmerizing night
Feeling the subtle vibration
The undulating movement
Of incoming waves
The water foams onto the soft cashmere beach
How I cherish the love
Under a full moon
Next to the crackling fire
Just laying there
Amazed at the fluid flames of molten gold
Dancing with the sparkling silver moon spirits
Across the velvet darkness
Skipping along the crests of a restless sea
Recognizing the miracle of Nature’s fusion
The dazzling, dizzying movement of light
Moon and Fire
Thinking about two women
Unlike any others
The smell of Estee perfume, Belgium chocolate and oil paints
Drift through my memory
Flickering flames as strokes of their talented creations
Looking into the mesmerizing night
Feeling the subtle vibration
The undulating movement
Of incoming waves
The water foams onto the soft cashmere beach
How I cherish the love
Their beautiful
Wise
Mischievous faces
No longer alive in this world
Whispering their names
Wise
Mischievous faces
No longer alive in this world
Whispering their names
Gratitude spills from my heart
A joyous remembering
I thank the Universe for their presence in my life
As our Cherokee ancestors gently nod their approval
They speak to me of love and pain
All of them
Moon Beam Souls
Warming themselves
In the hypnotic bath
Of Freedom’s Firelight
A joyous remembering
I thank the Universe for their presence in my life
As our Cherokee ancestors gently nod their approval
They speak to me of love and pain
All of them
Moon Beam Souls
Warming themselves
In the hypnotic bath
Of Freedom’s Firelight
-Royce-
1 comment:
Beautiful.
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