light of my eyes
return to me
as the sun shines above
each day we are apart
a deal is struck
with the setting sun
may we rise each morning
a better part of ourselves
renew our focus
the sweet embrace
of the dawn
Author: The Golden Tears
Welcome to my blog, thank you for stopping by.
The Golden Tears, is a chance to showcase my poetry.
This is both a creative and therapeutic process.
Vegetable patch on the corner
the veg is spilling over
all sorts of growth
pumpkins are ready
couchettes looking good
peas climbing high
sunflowers peaking out
carrots popping up
potatoes growing down
wildflowers bloom
bees humming past
all colours as bright as the sun
Memories of time
memories
the reflections of time
distance themselves
to an unknown place
upon the upheaval
of memory
lost are the stars
to which we call home
trying to find ourselves
when dreams end
life begins
a new story
what shapes our soul
is it the experiences we have
that help us realise
our true purpose in life
or is it the realisation
that all this can change
Thoughts 1
the mind ingrained
like a piece of wood
Birds
if we could talk to birds
what would they say
would it be the arrival of spring
each twittering chatter
a whistle or two
heading into summer
such commotion
and synchronicity
as we fall into autumn
are they still with us
the weather becoming colder
in winter time
Satellite
I communicate with dust
across a wide spectrum
fluid is my motion
distilled memories
in tune with one another
branching out
into the unknown
we speak in riddles
twisted lies
from day to night
inside out
comes our trail of thought
and the answer lies within
our mind is like a satellite
Moon over the mountains
The moon rises
and transforms the night
its light descending
shaping the valley
each step a mile
from sunrise to sunset
there lies the moon
reflected in a pool of light
our dream of happiness
lasts us through the night
