I would love to dip my toes in that deep blue sky.
Wade knee deep in the clouds floating by.
Drink the timeless mists, that quenched the souls so long ago.
High in these mountains, still a few of it know.
Would the sun warm my souls, as i dance through his garden?
Slip seeds of peace into the earth, soften souls that have hardened.
Mine it is till the frost settles on my sleep.
Wake me then, but the memory i will keep.
© Deon Heemskerk 17-6-2013
I shook hands with this liquid,
not my tears.
Sitting quietly like a rabbit,
absorbing the world through my ears.
People here speak in mountain tongue,
slow but chattery.
Like the splash of the river,
how the McDonald runs.
Strength in the granite stone,
unyielding and refusing to wear.
Pound into soil,
but still will not tear.
Valley moving into an afternoon haze.
Clouds kiss the mountains,
and this valley caresses the range.
© Deon Heemskerk 18-1-2013
Dreams float in clouds and on the rivers that we live by.
They pass along beams of light and up into the sky.
When the clouds get heavy, they float down like snow.
Into little open hands waiting for them on the ground.
Just a little seed of thought, creative in its nature.
Pure little piece of energy, possibilities endless, anytime adventure.
© Deon Heemskerk 5-12-2012
You could stand at the same spot and look at the sky and it would never be the same.
Subtle differences barely seen by the naked eye.
Pink light cloud gathering where the wedge tail flies.
a minute better spent than an hour hurrying.
Clear mind rambling,
no words spoken,
much more humbling.
Where was this treat of freedom earlier in this chaotic day?
This view and cool mountain breeze, blowing my troubles away.
© Deon Heemskerk 19-9-2012