days of stone

Tag: sky

  • The Walk

    The Walk

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    Ryan Stone
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    I wake a full hour early for the rare gift of a walk in the woods with my father. He is a silent giant among misty ghost gums. I tell him, Watch! See how fast I can run. He doesn’t yell when I trip and fall, but lifts me with unfamiliar, calloused hands. At the…

  • Owl Song

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    Ryan Stone
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    Full moon to you I sing this tune— bright streams, hidden dells, clouds and dreams sublime. Ours to share, for all time. Ryan Stone

  • Sangria

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    Ryan Stone
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    the soft promise of what today may bring —mulberry sunrise Ryan Stone

  • Sleep

    Sleep

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    Ryan Stone
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    on silvery trails thru the night we tripped, past the wall into the sky— swallowed by infinity Ryan Stone

  • Tempest

    Tempest

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    Ryan Stone
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    Wind, blow – lift me high, don’t let go; fly me far, above sand and sea. Monsoon – take me, let’s chase the moon. – Ryan Stone

  • No One

    No One

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    Ryan Stone
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    dawn pauses, explodes in a flash of carmine fire flaring in the east flaring in the east, Icarus ascends his throne – blazing flight of one blazing flight of one, Labyrinth behind, no one makes it out alone – Ryan Stone Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Being Alone

  • Whispers

    Whispers

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    Ryan Stone
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    I am he who worships Spring in moonlit mountain shallows. I am he who watches you, insubstantial shadow. I am he who brings night’s ship safe to morning’s shore. I am he who loves you, your servant, evermore. Ryan Stone

  • Wedding Poem

    Wedding Poem

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    Ryan Stone
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    It’s a fleeting moment– a red sky at twilight, rushing to the long night; the last russet leaf clinging to bough as autumn inhales, breathes out. You know this, you’ve felt it in the grey light of dawn, in that pause between waking and finding. You’ve heard it whisper through the dry grass of summer–a…

  • The Wind Whispers, The Wind Sighs

    The Wind Whispers, The Wind Sighs

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    Ryan Stone
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    – after Longfellow The wind whispers, the wind sighs, the dawn light brightens, a magpie cries; amongst the gum trees tall and green a girl becomes a faerie queen. And the wind whispers, the wind sighs. Morning settles beneath silk skies, her reign flits by like dragonflies; deep shadows dress the naked hill in dusk,…

  • Windward

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    Ryan Stone
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    fuchsia sunset so far from the city of her birth Ryan Stone