Woven Magic

Image credit ROB

Footsteps fall softly like the golden leaves,
Floated down to earth on an autumn breeze,
Sunlight streams through bare branches with ease,
Through sleeping living skeletons of trees,
Did my eyes deceive me or were you there?
Did you see me stop still stand and stare?
Are you a ghost of a shadow in my mind?
Or had you waited there for me to find?

The steps led up and climbed round bronzed banks,
Tall trees stood proudly in ordered ranks,
Did you send music not making a sound?
With calls to climb up to higher ground,
Did you show a bridge polished by the hands
Of thousands who wandered through these lands?
Curving close over a fast running stream,
That danced below, or was it a dream?

Did I stand on the bridge and hear this song
Laugh as it told me where I belong?
When I gently touched the rings of time,
Was everything simply reflected in rhyme?
In that moment did I see mountains high
Birthplace of the young stream bubbling by,
And also watch it grow regal and flow
Far beyond sight yet its’ destiny know?

I believe you showed yourself to me,
Beside the tallest graceful silver tree,
Reflecting moonlight’s soft white sheen,
The most wondrous animal ever seen,
Your breath mingled with a silent sigh,
I was reborn as it passed me by,
Of all the creatures ever been born,
None match the magic of the Unicorn.

Image credit DOUGY

Pure Imagination

Image credit ROB

She rode a white horse dressed all in black,
She rode down the road but she will be back,
To stand in her place by God’s grace,
And see those who hurt her their evils face,
Begging and pleading to be forgiven,
But her heart forever has been driven,
From caring for such traitors and liars,
She’ll walk away leaving them in the briars.

With the wild flowers and birds she will roam,
She will carry the young lamb home,
Under the trees she’ll lie softly and rest,
Over wide waters ride on a wave crest,
Walk with silence like a velvet glove,
Washing her with warm rain from above,
She will ride on through the dark night,
Her horse shining in the pale moonlight.

Her voice will be heard with the nightingale,
She will sing songs that tell many a tale,
They will echo through the highest mountains,
Falling with the waters and rising in fountains,
They will take wing and rise high in the sky,
Over meadows’ simple daisies they will fly,
Through fields of golden corn under the sun,
Waving to a poppy when each verse is done.

You will no longer see her but if you look deep,
Into the woods you may think that you sleep,
When you see a white shadow softly pass by,
And hear echo through silver trees a sweet sigh,
Or look out to sea one warm misty day,
And see a childhood ghost from fairy tales at play,
No horse with such beauty has ever been born,
Was that a horn? Have you seen a unicorn?

Image credit ROB

Dance in Time

I have moved from J-land where my journal was Pictures-within-pictures. Photographs accompanied by songs I have written.

My name is Liz and I am a retired Veterinary Surgeon.

I do not know how to add links or any of the fancy ways for anyone to contact me other than by e-mailing me godolallie@aol.com

I will try to learn.

The sea calls me I must return,
And once again lick salty lips,
For cries of wheeling gulls I yearn,
And sight of heeling sailing ships,
To watch white horses play and prance,
Surge forward then with backward flips,
Recoil and return to the dance,
See early morning soft mists rise,
Explore sights and sounds to entrance,
A rock pool world at my feet lies,
On sunlight marbled floor shrimp hide,
Anemone from my touch shies,
Around the horizon is wide.

I will search between sea and sky,
For the ship that will come for me,
Riding waves that will never die,
She’ll rise and fall assuredly,
And throughout the darkest cold hours,
A soothing lullaby will be,
My dreams will bring me strange powers,
Is my white horse a unicorn?
That I will ride on wave’s towers,
Into an unknown bright new dawn,
Will I land on some distant shore?
And find the clothes I should have worn?
With the key that opens my door.

Walk on sands that in ages past,
Had been life in oceans of earth,
Now a reminder that will last,
All things journey to death from birth,
Pick wet polished pebbles that speak,
Of mountains crushed by water’s mirth,
From rugged crag to highest peak,
Risen from a molten rock core,
They will return and the deep seek,
Diving below the ocean floor,
Only to await a new chance,
To rise and conquer air once more,
The grounds we walk on also dance.