Tag Archives: soul

the sun over your shoulder

Posted on February 4, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Your soul is worth more than your anger and your pain. What heart is this that beats with rage enough to harm, to kill? One gaze into a still pool reveals the sun over your shoulder and transient clouds in … Continue reading →

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Melody Maker

Posted on November 4, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

You speak to me as sunlight life-giver, making the leaves glow warm and tender, their fragile fabric of pulsing chlorophyll, veins as roots as branches. And when you speak I become greedy. I am so very hungry for more. Fold … Continue reading →

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Pathfinding

Posted on September 15, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

There is no road map for this terrain, no compass that could offer up a clue. You attempt it with your leather bound books, the oral traditions that became the foundation of our demise. And if The Book had never … Continue reading →

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Eyes Closed and Beautiful

Posted on September 11, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

Harp strings and fog horns, bass grooves, flute flight sun dropping light, tree leaves casting shadow, life so full you want to cry. Nothing more than love, than whispers, than trees turning colors as a last bow to life-giving Light … Continue reading →

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His face was beautiful, Brian was his name. Meet him, I would, in the wee hours of a morning, when sleep was a promise on the lips of a liar and the darkness was a friend to us both. Talk, … Continue reading →

Posted on September 5, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel | Comments Off on His Story