Love is a paradox
when ones feelings
are not of your own
but a fabrication
of society
this reality
is a manifestation of being
a recreation of essence
a parting of the way
the substance of which
echoes through
beyond all borders
the paths which we follow
to find true love
butterflies in love
on a spring morning
dancing across the garden
colours of orange and brown
a playful unison
natures way of saying
I love you
I welcome the rain
for when it arrives
life is renewed
as if on a spring morning
one chooses life
the crescent moon
adorning the skyline
sometimes our feelings
turn into doubts
but they are just fleeting
through mirrors
the reflections of the dawn
waiting for the sunlight
The stars in the sky
let me know where I am
each constellation
a different pattern
brightening the way
laid out before me
let my dreams unfold
and the morning break its silence
sunrise
sunset
silhouette
above the clouds
flying in the sun
good vibes good times
looking down
the changing scenery
the trolley passes by
a drink in hand
relaxing in the chair
without a care
let the pilot take me there
to dream of life
of all that is holy
and remains so
I have walked through a gate
followed by many
to see that everything has changed
changing tides
through the motions
the light leaves your eyes
only to return to me
we only dream of one another
crystal clear clarity
In my garden
a leaf bird
it’s shape
reminded me of a robin
looking for crumbs
glancing again
I thought it was real
Robin in the garden
on top of the tree
looking down at me
singing his song
that little redbreast
all day long
