STACIA LYNN
REYNOLDS
TWENTY- FOUR - HOUR CYCLE OF TIME
The sun falls upon the horizon
Revealing the beauty before night
As the moon replaces its glory
Illuminating darkness in sight.
It is to be seen, as will be heard
No longer will she silence the night.
Nor deafen the strong voice inside
Or shall the still small voice
hide.
Under the darkness that encamps
around
As the leaves change from green to
gold
His hand reaches out when it’s cold
Revealing noon’s brightness, or
A night that is bold.
All a twenty- four-hour cycle of
time
As the body becomes dust to dust
The promise of eternal life stays
Which has no time, in view from
above.
In the day or the night, it remains
The illumination of the heart
The promise continues, displays
A glory too bright to part.
© STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS
THE WRITINGS AND THE STONE
Writings in the sand’s grain
The skipping of a stone
A perfect choice is gain
Beautiful words alone.
To see within your mind
Within the hand is smooth
Unspoken words can bind
A skipping stone can soothe.
Discerning thoughts can see
Beauty within both parts
A place that will always be
Symmetry of two hearts.
The symphony’s song plays,
Captures the skipping stone
Carrying tune always
The writings made alone.
© STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS
THE SYMPHONY OF DREAMS
The stars shown bright
Upon the expanse of the midnight
sky
Embracing hope, through the
darkness nigh.
The hues of the horizon fade
While hope begins to rise
Within the illumination of the
night skies.
The galaxy is opened
A bridge where the mind frees
A transition, composing release.
A blackness once feared
When thy eyes were shut tight
A promise is spoken, through the
light of the night.
The chasm finds closure
Placid, quietude merge in
Freedom is privilege, now found
from within.
© STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS
STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS
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