Fallen seagull
lying there on the ground
disheveled shape
made from a plastic bag
one day you’ll fly free
and be reborn
from the streets you call home
Fallen seagull
lying there on the ground
disheveled shape
made from a plastic bag
one day you’ll fly free
and be reborn
from the streets you call home
when one sees
to the ends of the earth
what encompasses
has it’s worth
bring forth a new beginning
write down the meaning found
let the old ways pass
to be distributed around
make way for them
for they have seen the light
to banish darkness
that comes at night
through all that has been discovered
what has been revealed
to dream of each other
the reality is sealed
Christmas day
can you hear the bells ring
sitting around the Christmas tree
may you have a merry time
being a part of a family
may each gift bring joy
let the season of good will
bring love into your home
as the neighbours come round
or seeing close friends
greeting loved ones
let this time never end
the festivities have just begun
food is on the table
wine is being poured
crackers are pulled
best wishes bestowed upon all
a feast for the senses
cards are sent
roses with their scent
the message of love is received
red is the passion
when all is revealed
bringing about a new hope
put into perspective given scope
each and every darling wallflower of the mind
a blessing you will find
Generations in the making
well trodden are these ways
footprints in time leave a path
for the chosen few to follow
along the plain and streams
bridges across rivers
over hills and mountains
different cultures of people
all colours of the rainbow
Lost horizons
end of days
when all things are depleted
and nothing remains
all hope is gone
the light diminished
and darkness prevails
civilisations breath
as precious as a fallen star
can we hold onto what is lost
passages of the skies
starry sky
twinkly night
shining bright
like torches
a beacon of hope
we follow them
to distant lands
may we always be here
to see them
as our planet grows
to reach the stars
may they shine back at us
as we are one of them
take shelter from the gathering storm
we wait for it to pass
but we know in our hearts
fear prevails
as our surroundings darken
a path is found within
to lead us away to safety
what remains
cannot be unbroken
like a child
fragile to begin with
then as strength returns
so shall we find in ourselves
the depth of courage
against disparity
and awaken a truth
a burden of which we carry
passages of time
placed across the embers
set in motion
the wheels turn
dancing light
a gathering storm
the falling rain
the path well trodden
place to be
beside the willow tree
moon as bright as a coin
stays with me
holds my gaze
lets me know
who I am
through the eyes
of my binoculars
I could see life