One stands before the dancing sun that glistens in the sea Remembering green, yellow, blue and knowing where they've been And where derived a vision (clear) – so eloquently chosen And why we delved in other’s fear – ties never to be broken The sun is spring the earth is dust the petals strike anew … Continue reading Summerland
It had been a cold and lonely winter yet the sunlight followed her like a spotlight – and her face spread joy like an infant child Racing between thoughts of yesteryear and the here and now – she pondered over the love she knew (once – and long ago) And the happiness that traced her … Continue reading it had been a cold and lonely winter
She lay awake and looked above Her hand reaching for the sky She touched the ceiling – broke the glass And knew that she could fly She lay awake and felt a rope Tie her arms together And as she tried to wrestle free Her arms were soon untethered She pushed the sheet above her … Continue reading she lay awake
Although departed – enshrined to thee With thimble and with thumb To leave complete would dim the light And turn each other numb Although immersed in deepest sea I’m anchored in your ocean – Protagonists will lose the war And pacifists – devotion
With no idea of time Her revelry was unsurpassed In the imperial glaze Of winter afternoons She ought not feel defeated For exuberance would rise – With smiles drawn – To faces of a child Their love of timeless energy Would deem all else inferior To a cloistered sense of wisdom And frivolity writ large … Continue reading Auntie
I travelled so as I could see Destiny proclaimed What I looked like from Calvary Chiding all the while How dare I leave my family home How could I support Loved ones in absentia I shan’t; I would retort Best be lost – away – I say And make up what is gone Silver in … Continue reading A mask gold rimmed and taut
The motto of the afternoon Is daylight through the wind Where others who need to absolve And build a love within Within itself – where solitude Is clearer than the day And yet – when night-time lends itself It’s more than what’s portrayed In mirror – one’s reflection sought Is hindsight in one’s soul That … Continue reading Young men
I was sleeping on a park-bench When I saw a man approach me He was weary – I felt tired He had grey hair – I a beard What say you; said the man – Now awakened – we were smiling Suddenly he seemed to be Clean-shaven (just like me) Dumbfounded, I said nothing Quizzical, … Continue reading My avenue of good
I spoke to them so quietly That no-one heard me talk I strolled toward them peacefully That no-one heard me walk I went to break the many Before the rabble roused All to be part of the whole – None should feel left out Build a wall between us Only to break it down And … Continue reading a window to a view
There was peace one dayin a world where life was youngThere was peace that daywhen instruments would strumThere was peace the daywhen hummingbirds had sungThere was peace; said theywhen you and I would comeTo the garden bloomingin the land of graceThe flower - blowing - in the wind - beside your faceAnd when you asked;can lifetime slow … Continue reading When life was young
