morning or evening
sun up or sunset
six am or pm
time does not matter
in a restful state
no clock in or clock out
no check in or check out
I open my windows
listen to bird speak
tweeting bird song
lilac’s fragrance wafts in
I smell freshly-cut grass
I am floating down life’s highway
unhurried and unworried
resuming restful retirement
morning and evening
I know you’re there, just out of sight,
There among the black far-reaches
Like a rider of dreams in the night
Searching for reason that impeaches.
You have left behind no traces
Of where you’ve gone or maybe sent.
Your journey seeks familiar faces
Yet posed in unfamiliar bent.
And reasons, they are vaguely veiled
While cognizance won’t clarify.
And rationale is un-detailed
While reaching does but rarify.
Oh, where does purpose hide its grail,
There in the crevice of a mind -
For wont of quests that do not fail
In hopes of dreams that are not blind?
I call you not, you’re back unpacked,
A door of no return passed through -
Rejoined with logic’s wakeful tact
And much to share betwixt the two.
Restful to the eyes.
More peace, lends the heart.
Old track, lead on!
To those realms of gold
Dusk's place. Down-shone.
I do not glare at
Each child, spurts counter
To my sapped need.
See myself! And oh
Hear. Hungered speed!
A foggy mist of a cloud
Swirls around the mountain top
A pure, soft, sight to be seen
In this vision, I stop
Then I'm lifted for a moment
As light as can be
I rest in this vision
That floats in front of me
A foggy mist of a cloud
Carries me along
Swirling in the light of sky
Where nothing is wrong
The mountain is sturdy
As my mind drifts, I see
There are many peaceful clouds
I can ride to be free
Heidi Sands
5/4/23
Love, do not waken yet
I’d like to see you dream
For the forever time:
Your troubled day is at an end,
Your frowns are gone and harmonies
Are heard in speech and word.
Love, do not waken yet.
I’d like to see you dream
Into a future filled with joy,
Where all is blessed friendship,
And tears are none and pity
Has no call upon your soul.
Love, do not waken yet.
And can there be such dreams?
They must have imminence, for all
Rest weary, searching for such sleep,
A realm of dreaming better things,
Waking from a world you may forget.
Darkness settles igniting dreams
Sown in a sleep with awoken thoughts
Places to travel, people to see
Hidden emotions evolve
Beneath the moon and stars,
With belief anything is possible
A creative mind is at work…
Eyes closed, calm body, restful journeys
The night can bring a world apart
From the active days we live
It is time for a restful journey
Granted by sleep with sparkling stars
Heidi Sands
6/22/22
Desmond Tutu strove hard to battle desultory extremity?
Humanity's hurdle is to sustain and esteem diversity.
One day, He saw a "Whites Only" sign on the exterior bath gate.
Said, "What is the difference between white and black pee fate?"
Written: January 4, 2022
A Celebrity Epitaph Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
To all of you who wished me
a relaxing, restful vacation
Your wishes carried me through
a bit of aggravation
A little insomnia here
A cellulitis attack there
Things were going south
I swear...
But come the Passover Holiday
The Festive mood saved the day
So, thank you once again
My wonderful poetic friends
Flight
Unfolds
To reach high
Higher, higher
Freedom in the sky
Only soft clouds around
Soaring in peace with wing span
From here to there and everywhere
Gliding ever so gently to be
A soul at rest, floating eloquently
Heidi Sands
3/26/21
As the rain drops darken the sky, I sigh. Each one holds
a restful moment inside. SABBATICAL DREAMS AFTER
QUARATINE. She grabs the fascination of her play.
THEY TOLD ME OF THE PSYCHO"S CAT'S DEMISE.
That was her sibling who did not make it. The sun
has fought triumphantly to shine.
Now to venture out beside the rainbow .
ERIE BOARDWALK CREAKS NEAR THE WHITE SAND
BEACH. This refreshes my steps in this journey.
Pouring a fine wine watching the sun set. THE LABEL
I HIDE ON THE WINE BOTTLE.
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God’s land is shining today
Golden leaves in the sunshine
As if a new painting is done
Ready to be framed in memory
Multi-Colored scenes along the roadside
Reflections in the mirror of the lake
Where the mountain is a photographer’s paradise
Fresh warm air settles senses
As the watcher follows single leaves, letting go
Hoping to move with change so easily
All with a restful landing in faith
Heidi Sands
9/26/20
Grace and Solitude
Peaceful stillness covers me - wide eyes embraced when I see
Luna rise up with her pale face, with a humble yet simple grace,
That waxes large and then wanes, beckoning to clear windowpanes;
Hypnotic awe in harvest light or when blue moons ride starry night -
Teasing, changes her April name from pink to fish yet remains the same -
With her ever changing shape – crescents thin to full moonscape -
Now unfolds a glimmering gown while tip-toeing through a hush a bye town;
No fanfare, no rockets to proclaim her silent ascent, dark skies to claim,
Blesses silence – clamor sent away; nocturne opened - solitude to pray
Swaddled in a silver cape – floating into dreamy escape -
Breathing in her unselfish grace in borrowed light from a solar birthplace
Cradled in her cradle song – soft midnight murmurs to prolong;
A silent whisper – a prelude - to reverent reveries of gratitude;
A gentle light - peace to expand – her solitude and grace walk hand in hand.
The sun bursts its last energy to be seen
With the brightest golden rays of the day
Before it rests, falling behind distant mountains
Spreading hope across the scenic land
Leaving patches of frozen snow behind
For the shining moon to reflect upon later
As the hours approach the coming nightfall,
Nature has a way of saying goodbye and hello
To all who are watching with open eyes
Offering brilliant colors, bringing peaceful dreams
Encountered in restful sleep, after a kiss goodnight
Heidi Sands
2/29/20
It all comes from the conscience and soul
The ways love and beauty are shared
Gifts of creativity
Connecting far and near
Art, music, words
Empty hearts filled
Minds at ease
Restful
Place
Heidi Sands
7/15/19
And the Rest is...Restful/Restless
tonight
At last, he sleeps
beneath the stars and,
for once, beneath the grass.
tonight
at last, she sleeps
beneath the stars and
for once, above her horse.
tonight
One sleeps peacefully
one, fitfully.
One free,
one free of free.
tonight
Both sleep.
tomorrow
One rises,
one sleeps
a mother,
her horse.
tonight
One dreams of tomorrow.
tonight
One dreams of yesterdays.
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