Moment In Time
The morning sun rises
from behind the cliffs,
highlighting the white sand
and cold blue water.
Waves break against
the shoreline and drift wood wall
spraying drops of lake water
over the sand and stone.
The wind stirs the leaves
of a blossoming cherry tree,
and tangles her blond hair
across her suntanned face.
A gull floats above
the shoreline, calling
to his mate below,
digging in the seaweed.
Shielding my eyes from the sun,
I look toward the horizon, far
out into the lake, catching
a scrap of white sail.
This moment in time,
a snapshot of that now,
is forever etched
into my fondest memories.
Floating Dream
In the summertime sunset;
sitting in the tall grass
under the old maple tree,
waiting for the blackness
to close down daylight.
Looking over my shoulder
a glimpse from the corner
of my half closed eyes,
her hair was pure amber
and her smoky hazel eyes.
Catching the dying sunlight,
those hazy reflective pools
turning to the living night,
rising with the full moon
I smiled into the stars.
Sunshine slowly fades away
into the misty gray between,
the starlight holds sway
over the dew falling blades
of green, green grass.
She rises up, greeting
with arms thrust skyward,
nightfall over the hillside,
appearing in silver shards
of light through the leaves.
Softly, a whisper between lips,
singer and song begin to flow
into the slowly swirling mists
caressing the dragonfly glow
up the hill through the trees.
I embrace her lilting melody,
following the enticing song
to the pinnacle of the hill,
pausing on the edge of memory
then reaching to touch the moon.
Ethereal dreams born in the mist,
chanted harmonies to soothe the soul,
infinite beauty captured in a moment
and a feather's kiss of acceptance,
pull me home to the floating dream.
The Poetry of Patrick Pillars
Moon Shadows
In the dark of night,
by the moon’s white light,
I looked skyward and listened,
to the ethereal whispers
of the luminescent lady,
that stirs the soul of the sea.
The mists of my mind
ebbed with the tide,
revealing deep, dark impressions
across the tapestry of thought,
flowing through consciousness,
in waves of emotional release.
Can you feel the moon’s pull
as the night winds blow,
caressing tendrils of our reflections,
reality is eclipsed
and dreams flow freely
in shadows etched by the moon.
© 2009 eMuse-
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Author’s Bio
Patrick Pillars () has been writing stories and poetry since he was in grade school
and over the years, has published numerous poems in the small press. He lives in
Michigan with his wife and three sons. For more on Patrick, visit his website at
http://paddy.typepad.com/paddys-
