standing on the shore
I see a statue
of a man I once new
as the tide rises
the sun sets
he disappears
to return once again
Category: calling
Thoughts 5
we are shaped, by what surrounds us.
we find reason in who supports us.
Goodbye Rambino
goodbye little friend
may the wings of angels
carry you to Heaven
the ground that you chased
leaves behind a mark
as green as the grass you ate
apples and carrots on a plate
a friend that you made
remembers you fondly
still searches for you
even though you are gone
Dreams
dreams lead into dreams
let your conscious fly away
as the subconscious governs the night
succumb to Morpheus
let him be your guide
as you venture ever further
to reach an understanding
when you wake
and try to remember
has this been your life
that when you close your eyes
you are seeking surrender
in dreams
Fire Escape
starlight during the day
I hear her call
moonlight shines down
I see her fall
escape down a fire escape
to hide from them all
embrace dreams
to hold a candle too
reposition life
to a standstill
beckon forth from within
thirst for knowledge
the key to begin
A bird covered sky
late one evening
overhead pasted a flock of birds
they seemed to block out the sky
as it changed
this dawned on me
reflections of time
light to dark
then light returning
a never ending story
Lost horizons
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
Scavengers of the skies
flying through the sky
reaching out across the heavens
hear their call
the call of the sea
an essential being
to what ends
are they inland for
scavengers of the skies
Robin redbreast
Robin in the garden
on top of the tree
looking down at me
singing his song
that little redbreast
all day long
Calling on the Pharaohs
they watch from above
and guard from below,
who here among us
they already know.
our past and present
the future not yet written,
lines drawn in sand
and on papyrus paper.
as we search
we dig deeper,
to find a treasure
buried within ourselves.
The Golden Tears 