Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Out of My Mind





Out of My Mind  (A Quatern)

I can’t get you out of my mind,
All those memories left behind.
You don’t call me or speak my name...
Leave me drowning in guilt and shame.

Lost at sea, coastline undefined,
I can’t get you out of my mind.
Lonely echoes in drop of pin...
Sad silence blowing in the wind.

Slipping away to fields of black
Where rogue trains jump the railroad track
I can’t get you out of my mind...
Love has rendered me mute and blind.

Fires of anguish have left a hole
Burning deep down within my soul
Tears of torment are all I find...
I can’t get you out of my mind.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

September 15, 2015

Wednesday, August 19, 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

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Secrets in the Breeze





Secrets in the Breeze

An angel’s vision came to me,
Moonlit reflections of the sea.
Washed ashore, fleeting memories,
Whispering secrets in the breeze.

A voice of wisdom spoke aloud
From platform of alluring clouds.
Conquer fear and anxieties,
Whispering secrets in the breeze.

Soothed by cooing of mourning dove,
Colors of the sky melt above.
The wind listens to heartfelt pleas,
Whispering secrets in the breeze.

An angel’s vision came to me,
Whispering secrets in the breeze.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014
November 23, 2014



Saturday, November 15, 2014

Across The Miles









Across The Miles

Embraced by autumn’s amber glow,
The day dissolves to indigo.
Night sky beckons, half moon beguiles…
I feel your touch across the miles.

November brings familiar pain,
Cooled by gentle Kentucky rain.
Heartache scorches, truth and trials…
I feel your touch across the miles.

Stars fading, but I linger on,
Hope rising with the break of dawn.
Memories replace tears with smiles…
I feel your touch across the miles.

Embraced by autumn’s amber glow,
I feel your touch across the miles.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014
November 15, 2014


Sunday, September 28, 2014

Blue Reverie






As the clouds dance their pas de deux
In the blue reverie of the night sky,
Moonglow reveals the spirit of you,
And my heart is lifted up so high.

In the blue reverie of the night sky,
Stardust mingles with the shooting stars,
And my heart is lifted up so high
Above the treetops, so very far.

Stardust mingles with the shooting stars.
Birds serenade with gentle lullabies
Above the treetops, so very far
As wistful tears sting my weary eyes.

Birds serenade with gentle lullabies,
Invoking memories from long ago.
As wistful tears sting my weary eyes,
A restless breeze blows through my window.

Invoking memories from long ago,
My senses stir within, the past reborn.
A restless breeze blows through my window,
Imparting sweet essence of apples and corn.

My senses stir within, the past reborn,
Walking hand in hand through fields of gold.
Imparting sweet essence of apples and corn,
Countless chapters remain unwritten, untold.

Walking hand in hand through fields of gold,
The autumn colors paint their brilliant hues.
Countless chapters remain unwritten, untold.
Oh, to have just one more day with you!

The autumn colors paint their brilliant hues
As amber sun plays in periwinkle skies.
Oh to have just one more day with you!
I have much more to say than a final goodbye.

As amber sun plays in periwinkle skies,
My heart breaks with the call of the solitary loon.
I have much more to say than a final goodbye,
But the hour of parting has come too soon.

My heart breaks with the call of the solitary loon,
Moonglow reveals the spirit in you.
But the hour of parting has come too soon
As the clouds dance their pas de deux.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014

September 26, 2014