It is wonderful to see in all directions
at the same time, free to see past the
bluest of skies, the darkest of nights.
The breeze sweet on my wings,
the air sheer and strong,
I can go wherever my sight allows.
The only thing that is a concern
is that no other compound eyes
are around, I can't seem to find
my fellow mosaic patterned friends
anywhere in light or storm.
It is what happens when you travel
so many shores with just one ticket
to come and go, and silence's flute
the one companion that does not
flinch in rest or flight.
Dragonfly eyes taking me wherever I go,
brilliant and deep, no stopping
the colours and movement they show.
How marvelous the perspective,
how unique the show that keeps me
wondering out here mesmerized, amazed
and always so far away from any familiar shore.
Trudi Ralston.
December 23th, 2015.
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Inner Pocket
Deep under the ground
down deep below where only
I can go.
There where it is bright and warm
where no harsh wind can blow
no ice can reach my heart.
Rolled tight in scented blankets
of wool and care, soft and safe
that is where my soul hangs out.
Far away from all cares, all noise
and fear, far away from harshness
and far away from pain.
Deep, deep under the ground
down where maybe you too can go
I will keep a sweet place
and there forever more we will belong.
Trudi Ralston.
December 17th, 2015.
down deep below where only
I can go.
There where it is bright and warm
where no harsh wind can blow
no ice can reach my heart.
Rolled tight in scented blankets
of wool and care, soft and safe
that is where my soul hangs out.
Far away from all cares, all noise
and fear, far away from harshness
and far away from pain.
Deep, deep under the ground
down where maybe you too can go
I will keep a sweet place
and there forever more we will belong.
Trudi Ralston.
December 17th, 2015.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Clary Sage
It is winter outside, but never you mind,
I will be alright.
As long as there is a single drop of moisture
out in the air, I will pull it into my soul
and survive, oh yes, I will.
The ground may be dry and my roots may be weary
but never you mind, they will hang on.
One more drop of sweet water, one more
soothing breeze of wind to my heart,
and I will shine, bright and green, you will see.
Sweet as honey on a summer's night,
soft as the grass I dream beneath my feet,
I will pull that water drop to my soul,
and keep the song of my dreams alive.
You will see, I will survive.
Never you mind the cold outside,
never you mind the brittle dirt
between my toes, I will go on,
that road is only as hard as it seems.
Oh, sweet clouds above, don't you give up
on me now.
Trudi Ralston.
December 15th, 2015.
I will be alright.
As long as there is a single drop of moisture
out in the air, I will pull it into my soul
and survive, oh yes, I will.
The ground may be dry and my roots may be weary
but never you mind, they will hang on.
One more drop of sweet water, one more
soothing breeze of wind to my heart,
and I will shine, bright and green, you will see.
Sweet as honey on a summer's night,
soft as the grass I dream beneath my feet,
I will pull that water drop to my soul,
and keep the song of my dreams alive.
You will see, I will survive.
Never you mind the cold outside,
never you mind the brittle dirt
between my toes, I will go on,
that road is only as hard as it seems.
Oh, sweet clouds above, don't you give up
on me now.
Trudi Ralston.
December 15th, 2015.
Friday, December 11, 2015
Souffle de Mandarine
Un espoir rouge me suit comme une chanson joyeuse
et la lumiere du jour chasse ses nuages gris de mes yeux.
Ce souffle parfume de mandarines touche mon sourire
avec des ailes de soie comme des petits echos mouilles et chauds.
Un eclat d'etoile m'echappe du soupire delicieux qui suit
l'ombre de mes pas aujourd'hui.
Comme est doux le toucher de ton amitie a l'autre bout du monde.
Que m'importe que tu es si loin, quand ton coeur bat autour du mien,
que ce soit la nuit dans un reve ou le jour quand la pluie danse ses refrains.
Que ce soit esprit de camarade ou illusion ephimere dans ma tete,
ce bel espoir rouge me suit comme une fee qui peint
de couleurs brilliants mon monde; je suis contente comme une enfant aimee.
Ton soleil brille sur mon visage, sur ma vie qui, avec ton amitie
jouit de cette isle chaude et discrete ou vivent mes poemes et mes contes
loin du froid tuant de mes chaines mordantes.
Trudi Ralston.
December 11th, 2015.
pour D.O.
Une seule etoile fait briller la plus noire des nuits.
et la lumiere du jour chasse ses nuages gris de mes yeux.
Ce souffle parfume de mandarines touche mon sourire
avec des ailes de soie comme des petits echos mouilles et chauds.
Un eclat d'etoile m'echappe du soupire delicieux qui suit
l'ombre de mes pas aujourd'hui.
Comme est doux le toucher de ton amitie a l'autre bout du monde.
Que m'importe que tu es si loin, quand ton coeur bat autour du mien,
que ce soit la nuit dans un reve ou le jour quand la pluie danse ses refrains.
Que ce soit esprit de camarade ou illusion ephimere dans ma tete,
ce bel espoir rouge me suit comme une fee qui peint
de couleurs brilliants mon monde; je suis contente comme une enfant aimee.
Ton soleil brille sur mon visage, sur ma vie qui, avec ton amitie
jouit de cette isle chaude et discrete ou vivent mes poemes et mes contes
loin du froid tuant de mes chaines mordantes.
Trudi Ralston.
December 11th, 2015.
pour D.O.
Une seule etoile fait briller la plus noire des nuits.
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