quiet days



how resilient is
your translucent skin
soft and resistant to fallen
drops of sullen days gone by
there is peace in your eyes
uncertain wilting smile
where i seek solace
wondering often
if we shall ever
walk in moonlit
meadows again
or look to heaven
to ask God for more time
and joyous sanctuary
hallowed in quieter days

soft grasses


“Portrait of Maya 1938”- Pablo Picasso

a wisp of air
an atmospheric sigh
intertwines in fields
of soft pale grasses
reminder of spirit
unseen yet always felt
it is time to breathe
to weep and smile -relive
times not too far behind.

i see your eyes
kind and surreal
watching from clouds
you continue to see
what you failed to live
a dream of sorts
on a breeze through
soft grasses
a sigh from heaven

(c) 2016 rickjstassi

Lovely Eyes

i am a feather
floating softly
to and fro
upon gentle sighs.
i am there
with eyes aloft
as self dimishes
and purpose rises
to newer ways.
seeing the older times
fail like passing melodies
i can no longer hear.
O where is my sunrise?
I will not succumb to
sleepy sunset.
the surge of hopeful
tide shall not be
dashed upon desperate
stones and faraway shore..
and You are there with
encouraging glimpses
into my inner man
glancing  to and fro
while weightless sighs
vanish into
lovely eyes.

(c) 2016 rickjstassi


picasso child


the sun is far
the moon awry
on a faraway beach
does my heart lie.

where is my true love?
night vessels have passed
aching core realized
this may be my last.

how does a dove
in mourning so sweet
lament a new day
prior to wing’s beat?

and I peering out
of windows of yore
cast older things
upon distant shore.

(c) 2016 rickjstassi

newer times



rest not on blessed
light shone of candle
moonlight over tepid sand
laurels of relief
and times of brief
succession from angst
prayers answered riding
miracles over seething
writhed calamities
bursts of happiness
or sudden awakening.

rest in hands that hold
heartfelt echo’s ripple
brushing your soul
in all times comes
whispers of love and comfort
and into tree hollows
certain ashes arise
where reason collides
to see rainbow
resolved onto
newer times.

(c)2016 rickjstassi



sun’s ray

the bathers

“The Bathers” Pablo Picasso

all life is reduced
to a final gasp of air
a handshake with the atmospere
a pact of unsavory fare

i saw a desperate shine
in your eyes soon fade
approaching your Jordan River
a call you could not evade

I’m sure you questioned why
heartfelt deep inside
and then to God above
now with Spirit to confide

beckoned from mother to child anew
in ethereal play
my memory reflects sadness and joy
warming like a sun’s ray

(c) 2016 rickjstassi