there are placesplaces on earththat are magical.that no words canhope to describe.where your soulempty and drainedis restored.where the whispers of angelsshimmer through the treesas if on a mist.perfectly and peacefully.and gently floatingon the warm spring breeze.drifting weaving.falling on my facefilling me with grace.-Michael Traveler, from “Places”
“we walkhand in handthe wind whippingaround us likea kind of magicshimmering off the branchesthe trees laced with snow,tiny dancers spring from the groundlike dust, tossedhere and there onthe wind …spinningtwirlingswayingto a song that onlythey can hearoh but how romanticdid they appearAnd yeshow it moved me …To each side of us,shimmering towers of whiterose reaching for the skyas if grasping for the hemof heaven itselfAnd herein this mystic place,time seemed to slowand the cold couldnot touch our soulnor pierce our heartsOur hearts, which walkedbetween the towers of iceand beat as one, unscathedby icy spells or bewitchedby the beauty of this enchantingforest, drifted away on a sea ofmesmerizing romantic possibilitiesin our very own winter wonderland”
-Michael Traveler, “Winter Wonderland”
“dawn peeks her headover the horizon softly sweetlylike a child playing peek-a-booher smile shimmers warmlyall across the land, cascadingthrough the branches of treesacross the lakes and streamsglittering like jewels on the petalsof flowers as dew drops clingto the coming of yet another chanceto embrace one another, loveone another, be kind to yetanother person who longsfor a smile, a hug, a willing ear,someone dearyes, dawn is smiling on usfrom up above, loving uswith kindness and warmthgiving us this day towork and playoh what a beautiful wayto greet the new day“
-Michael Traveler from “morning song”
“the forest calls to methe moon whispers softlyits light streaming gently throughthe trees glimmering off the watertalking just to methere’s a stillness in the aira sort of anticipation ofwhat’s to comei can feel ita kind ofmagicand as i’m sitting hereby the water’s edgei can feel how i need thishowthe noisethe chaosthe stressof daily lifehas taken itstoll on mei can feel your spiritin the trees the moonthe water all around meand the harmony of it allhow it comes together asOneand i feel you flowingover me and through meand a wondrous peacecomes over merestores merevives merenews mehere where the forestdances with the moon “-Michael Traveler
I can hear the sunrise
gentle stirrings as she wakes
eyes fluttering open
after the long cold nightI can hear the sunrise
an explosion of color
full of passion and fury
and promiseI can hear the sunrise
boiling in the clouds
shimmering off
the wavesannouncing
the new day-Michael Traveler
