Those Were The Days

Those Were The Days 

The moon glides slow in sky of gauze

as dense fog shrouds golden sunlight

sinking down beneath the mountain

deep into the indigo night.

Hush now, summer is fading fast

say goodbye to the firefly’s glow

the lily will not long endure

in pure white fields of early snow.

We move against the hands of time

guided by some remote control

longing for carefree yesterdays,

for memories that make us whole.

Those were the days, those were the days

unending laughter, young and free

those were the days that shaped my soul…

oh, won’t you bring them back to me?

Speak softly to the rising winds

and listen to the sage’s words

eyes focused on the morning light

ears bathed in sweet song of bluebirds.

Time flies onward, we live and die

as hope and wisdom flow our way

cry no more for those days long past

with open arms, greet the new day.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

August 26, 2015

Dance of Life

Dance of Life

Perched by the open window

tiny dancer bathed in glow

beneath a veil of green eyes

gilded lily in disguise.

Faded scars cannot erase

sad memories from a place

where sticks and stones broke her bones

sharp lessons learned long ago.

Dodging minefields, cat and mouse

secrets hidden in old house

one magic moment has turned

to cold dust where fire once burned.

Sinews, muscles stretch and thrash

finding strength amidst the ash.

though hope seems lost with no trace

she exudes amazing grace.

A strong breeze from down under

pushes sorrow asunder

as she glides forth, free from strife

in this mystic dance of life….

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

August 19, 2015

Falling

Falling

The sun has gone missing

held hostage by defiant clouds

heavy skies aching, stripped of light

while the dark matter pulls us down…

We are blind to our own blindness

thinking inside narrow boxes

afraid to color outside the lines

hiding within our own shadows…

Falling for fools, falling in love

we fall out of favor with ourselves

trying to pretend time stands still

as the mirror reveals hard truths…

C’est la vie, mon ami

it’s just the way of the world

for the Earth tilts on its axis

hurtling towards tomorrow…

We defy the theory of relativity

stepping into the black hole

free falling to our destiny

faster than the speed of light….

…and gravitation cannot be held responsible.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

August 12, 2015

The Nestlings

Photograph by Colleen Breuning © 2015

The Nestlings (A Quatern)

When Monday mornings come around,

The air is filled with precious sounds.

Pitter patter of tiny feet

Upon the deck, tasting sweet treats.

The scent of lilacs spins me round

When Monday mornings come around.

Endless summer in cloudless skies,

See the sparkle in clear brown eyes.

I long to touch you, soft and new,

Your tender feathers tinged with dew.

When Monday mornings come around,

The wonders of nature abound.

Soon silence screams above the din

As melancholy closes in.

My heartbeat echoes without sound

When Monday morning comes around.

Colleen Keller Breuning

August 4, 2015