Your smile sang of sweet
thoughts behind warm eyes,
convey your truths,
but do not speak,
from mind to mind,
I will hear what you think,
whether a gesture or a look,
my heart knows what is linked.
In fields vast with colors dreamy,
you hold my hand
as stars wink sweetly,
mountains stand erect,
looking on as to protect,
the crispness of night air so lingers,
moonlight brushing auras hazy,
among the country grasses breezy.
Breaths of beauty come a knocking,
morning stretches arms of sunbeams,
caressing landscapes as they glide by,
grassy dew drops mist across my nose
as warm winds whistle on tippy toes,
your beating heart rings tides of life,
speaks to my soul all day and night
in passionate whispered voice.
Tag: mountains
Blockers
What is standing in your way of accomplishing your goals?
Beauty by L. M. Montes
What is beauty?
A visual of mountains, streams, and lakes?
Is it a flower?
Those precious colored jewels, our breaths they take?
Is it the ocean waves spilling across the sand?
A sound so smooth and brings us sleep?
Does it come in the form of a sweet scent?
From flowers’ scents to baked pecan rolls, a taste we keep?
What form does it take?
Any form to you and me from Jesus hand for us to see.
The Bay by L. M. Montes
Across the bay I gaze,
Mountains with hats of snow do laze,
Boats a-sailing waiver and weave
Upon the sapphire waves then leave.
by L. M. Montes
Peace
A Cruise Apart
That Silver Lining
Mt. Hood
Sonnet I: Winter
When snow has come and lingered for a time,
The mountains shine like pure white satin sheets.
The jagged rocks that stand and point like knives,
Have but a look of poise and symmetry.
The houses they in hibernation go,
and sink like ships way deep beneath the waves.
Cold air does whoosh in frigid gusty blows,
But stops to peek a while inside a cave.
The birds take off from empty bare tree nests,
To seek their food which they know is not there.
The trees did fall asleep like all the rest
Of this great wintry beauty of no where.
The hunters coming back from years afar,
Do find their world still bright like heaven’s star.
God’s Beauty
God’s beauty,
a wonder,
a secret never told,
vast majestic mountains
in its palace of white gold.
Oh you people in the valley
of the village down below,
roam in silence
always seeking
for the secret never told.
The mist that lightly lingers,
gently staggers wide white fingers,
through a dark collage of mountains
laying to rest upon the snow
to find the secret never told.
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 