A Braid Of Blue Horizon

Fragrant scents linger still
on light wind;
across the mill
Speaking to the trees
whispers softly spoke,
Between visions of gold;
lies Calla-Lilies
Trumpet shaped
paper-like bulbs
Painted in oil strokes,
Across Western Isles,
a braid of blue horizon
A hazy day unfolds
The hours between us;
filled with wordless minutes –
seconds slip
through our fingers
No matter how we cling
The silent sea
and the land moans sweetly
Words fail our sensibilities,
Disentangled by the strings that cast
and bind our hearts
Our senses curve above the sun,
The clouds a husky front –
The sound of silence
Speaks to us,
In the garden of our dreams.

@ J.CALVERT 2017

Photography courtesy of Pinterest

Rose Petal

In the depths, Of night, Across the meadows of light, Under silky shawl, Her toes dip into the shore, Rose petal lips quiver in kiss, Against the wind, Her heart skips, Gazing out towards, The horizon of amethyst hues and … Continue reading

Hearts Fade To Dust

Within a wall of ruins, a shell of crumpling toil, a place of forgotten beauty, still on the shore, the waves breaking over coral floors, lapping at the fort, whispering songs long past, of passionate hearts faded into dust.