By Skye Shae Bonati March 10, 2009 The road ahead brings solitude away from wayside paths, As now my horse and load are turning round to stroll the grass. It calls me where there are no bounds, where I am free to roam, But something calls me stronger; it's the calling of my home. The fast-approaching dawn is calling down into my heart, The coolness on the air is painting fathoms with an art. The softness of the morning mist is thrilling to the bone, But nothing calls me stron

By Skye Shae Bonati Circa June, 2024 This poem first appears in   The Chain Breaking Experience: Poetry Devotional Book , published in 2024 on Amazon. If you want to build a house in three days, you need the right materials. You will need:  wood, some nails, a hammer or two. You will need a good strong team of guys to help you (twelve should do), and women to find the Gardener. You’d be remiss if you get anything less than the best architect-- the blueprints drawn up impe

By Skye Shae Bonati Circa 2011 A problem of love had escaped the night; Misfortune and pain were holding us tight. Oh, castles and star-gazer nights we had, But pleasure of time was driving us mad. The concept of love eluded us then; We built of sand for the castles of men. And the waves came crashing, pounding , dashing-- To be sure, we incurred quite a lashing. Almost letting go we held to our past, Hoping to find something more that would last. And finding naught but dust