Mary Campbell

I crossed the bridge of angels
Black shadowy figures peering through the morning mist
Beyond a city of gold transformed through the ages of man

we are but a small piece of this story
of life on earth, of the universe around us

Splendid poetry flowing
From the lips of strangers
Compelling one into the recesses
Thoughts enveloped in songs
Life on the wind offered
Just beyond that window

Last dip of the evening sky
Gold just above the horizon’s edge
Muted wistful shades of pink
Stretching out far beyond the line of sight

Are you there, still humming away in the background
like the fan while I dream of the chalet in the hills of
Antanas’ world, and the death he found in the field by
his village.

The moments became hours
the hours became days

He stood there amongst them
Color where their was none before
Red robes flowing in harmony with the wind

To be one with earth and wind,
sun and ice

A poem to my friends daughter Jillian, one thanksgiving morning while visiting and realizing her daughter would be the next generation who love poetry..

Beyond the window glass
The world begins moving
The same repetitive movements

On the horizon just beyond, I first saw her standing
Yellow umbrella high above her head
Shading her from the heat of the afternoon sun
White dress flowing like a dream out of Alvin Alley

It’s spring in Africa, the rainy season is upon us
Watching the approaching storm
Black billowing clouds and rays of sun, like gold coming from God’s own hand

Night wanderer lost in thought again
Living in the corner his mind
While Morrison sings lullabies to my dreams

Butterflies across the shadow of the moon
Revealing secretes
Lives held in our hands
Fragile as the morning sky
Emotions drifting like the sand

I was thinking about the way the night came flowing down
The trees trembled in that certain wind

Touch the candle and receive it’s light
Close your eyes
Listen to the silence
Sense the beauty that abounds
Sense the beauty within the mind’s eye

I come at night and browse the pictures shared by others
And see a world of sights that delight my eyes

Walking as if in a dream
Thoughts passing in and out
A door opens
Streams of lights

The haunting voids of things that were
But are no more

Promises broken
Inside the words left unsaid
Barriers to love

© 2008 M. Campbell

There are no more embers
To keep your remembrance alive
Just the approaching end of a beautiful day