rain in the garden
as it falls
the birds fly by
from nest to nest
each drop
a message from Heaven
we found our place
peace is to be reasoned
and grace shared
trees collect the water
their branches are heavy
the colours change
as does the sky
flowers are scattered
brightening the surroundings
may they always shape
our destiny
Peace in our times
means to covert War
battle fields are drawn
lessons of the past unlearned
the future is here
camouflage beginnings
a skirmish starts
war wages
battle games ensue
the pawns are sacrificed
stalemate
never ending battlefield
I will find you
across the stars
to distant lands
where we left our hearts
when ones mind is empty
and our love is full
to share dreams
and remain still
shelter being from harm
when all is lost
nothing remains
a home will be found
where memories are made
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
The Golden Tears 