Pat Geyer

USA

my dream
unexplained...
she was
the rose of sharon
from paradise lost

 

 

 


fluid thoughts,
spherical movements...
ensō doodles
circling 'round the sun
in a mystical landscape

 

 

 


misty memories
rise like
morning fog...
stepping down the path
we slowly walked together

 

 

 


morning dawns
the tide goes out...
the ocean, forever blue,
has a power
that does not fade

 

 

 


trees draw silhouettes
stars paint streams ~
in moonlit shadows
we walk a celestial canvas
til the sun comes up

 

 

 


serpent bearer...
forgotten constellation
quiet in the sky
til the sun passes through
where winter is summer