The Quiet
Observer
Bare silhouetted branches reach like fractal lines into the sky, Where soft wavelenghs of light and fading hues drift by.
A tranquil mirror of water rests in stillness below, Refltecting symmetry and physics in a quit ,fluid glow.
The arching branches engineering a hidden face, A potal that moves through both time and space.
As shadows mark the still shore, Mind and nature woven together forevermore.
Quantum
Beacon
A looping arc of light sweeps across the horizon, tracing its trajectory where the atmosphere lies.
Where energy meets beauty and imagination meets fluency.
A beacon of logic, symmetry, and grace, Mind and mathematics painted into space.
Solving The Heavenly Sky
An eye of gold , in azure lost,
A woven truth, not lightly tossed.
Across the shifting sand iy holds,
A sacred story it unfolds.
a guide to see, a path to trace,
The enduring grace of this acient place.
Crystalline Horizon
A looping arc of light sweeps across the horizon tracing its trajectory where the atmosphere lies.
Where energy meets beauty and imagination meets fluency.
A beacon of logic, symmetrty, and grace. Mind and mathmatics painted into space.
Portal and
Pillars
Bronze frames hold a sky,
Diamond vast and blue.
Symbols whisper, soft and high,
A journey coming through.
Tapestry of
Sigil
In Wood, in bone, a tale is spun,
A dance of patterns, never undone.
Spun in bronze, in teal and gold,
an ancient secret to unfold.
Memory of Another Time
Golden pillars rise, A sacred gate,
Beneath a grey, and sombre sky.
They tell a tale of time and fate ,
Of ages past , and years gone by.
Folds of Gold
A wrinkled hide if gold and rust,
Where cracks hold shadowed dust.
A map of time of fire, and stone,
A silent tale the hills have known.
Floating Time
A single breath , a suspended hour,
Where sky and mirror softly bend.
The weight of moments lost in drift,
Where time has nowhere left to end.
Golden
Autumn Canopy
Gilded leaves catch ember light,
A quiet glow emits before the night.
Rooted deep in autumn glows,
Holding warmth as autumn blows.
Echoes in
Motion
Sweeping arcs of stone and grit,
Where lingering paths and shadows meet.
A wave of texture , scratches are carved,
Reaching Through the quite dark.
Field of Power
Silent sentinals of the plain,
Chasing the wind through sun and rain.
The elegant arms spin in rapid light,
The giants turn with steady might.
A enormous power, calm and deep,
Continues even always even in our sleep.
Gilded
Solitude
Earth bound roots in shadow bark,
Reflections of gold against the dark.
Grit and leaf in rust - warm light,
Standing quit, fierce, and bright.
Tide and Stone
Beneath a sky of heavy grey,
The blues and oranges meet today.
A rough and rugged coastal land,
Where waves crash down upon the sand .
Gilded Bloom
A crowded garden, quiet, bright,
Where petals layer warmth and light.
In shades of honey, cream and gold,
A textured story softly told.
Solitary Shore
A serene white house stands alone,
Where stormy night skies embrace the pale stone.
Beside the blue and restless tide ,
A quiet refuge of peace deep inside.
Calm
A small red boat upon the tide,
Where golden grasses bend and sway,
Beside the cottage, side by side,
the calm stream drifts the world away.
Red Skiff in the Marsh
Standing among the fire color reeds,
Where quiet blue water softly leads,
A red skiff rests on the shore,
a memory she has had before.
Lakeside Bliss
Sturdy wooden steps lead down to where,
the cool tide laps the stone and air.
Where we meet at this sheltered shore,
Peace and rest awaits just out the sliding glass door.
The Point of Light
Rugged cliffs defy the sea,
Point Loma stands in its majesty.
Through dusk and wave and ocean night,
It guides the way with constant light.
Coastal Bluff
A dark heavy moss stone formidably rises from the sea,
A steadfast, quiet reminder of who I can be.
Though beaten day after day by tide and gray spray,
It stands unshaken, holding strong anyway.
Sunset
Beacon
A rounded dome, a iron crown,
A twilight paints the heavens down
Above the dark and winding sea,
It guards the coast in sanctuary.
Ridge Above the Water
Jagged crests of snow and stone,
Rise silent un the fading dusk, alone.
Above the trees and quiet stream,
They sleep beneath a twilight glow.
Riders in the Meadow
Across the fields of gold,
We ride beneath the summer sky.
Side by side,
With nowhere to go,
But forward-
Together
Enclosed
Golden light through the window pane,
Quiet regrets covered by soft light shadow the frame.
Shadows mark each passing hour,
My thoughts trapped in a imaginary dour.
Looking for Home
Beyond the fence standing alone,
She watches grace she has never known.
Two gentle souls in quiet touch,
A simple peace she wants so much.
Wonder in The Amber Fields
She walks alone through Golden grass,
And watches quiet shadows pass.
Hoping the hills might gently hold,
A peaceful warmth to wrap her soul.
The Path Through
Golden Valley
Leaving the same old town far from here,
I search for paths to make life clear.
Among the grasses, I stand and wait,
I take the path to find a new fate.
Obstacles
She sits beside the winding stream,
And gazes toward a distant dream.
Across the way, the mountains rise,
Where rugged stone divides the sky.
Meadow of Wild Bloom
She walks into the vibrant field,
Where color, warmth, and grace yield.
A sea of petals, soft and bright,
Restores her spirit with thier light.
With gentle hand and quit grace,
She gathers beauty in this place.
Finding among the flowers,
peaceful thoughts to help with her lonely hours.
Golden
Memories
Along the cliff where waters gleam,
She walks a path of quiet dream.
Warm sunset streaks the evening sky,
As golden memories drift on by.
With every wave that meets the shore,
She hods the light of days before-
A peaceful heart, a steady tide,
With gentle beauty by her side.
Beyond the Stone Wall
Her Journey continues past the stone,
No longer a barrier for her heart has always known-
Stepping forward into the sunset glow,
Where gentle winds of promise blow.
Twilight Stream
Reflection
She takes the time to reflect on the shore,
Of all the obstacles she has had to endure.
A quiet moment as she watches the river flow,
watching the water move around the stones in a splash and glow.
Endings
She sits and admires the distance she's made,
The path wasn't easy but she learned to find shade.
No longer searching, her path has reached its end.
She found she can be her own best friend
