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
Category: contemplation
light of heaven
light of heaven
speak to me
banish the demons
that lay within
let them show me
the need to be
as time passes
relieve the symptoms
make amends
make anew
peace be with you
and love always
Love and Art
Love is transcendent
as beauty is radiant
we only see
what we want to see
a framework
of essential being
painted legacy
on a canvas of art
brush strokes
a shape of exquisite nature
on a stage a part
portrayed by an actor
reflected lights
brighten the horizon
and the notion of propriety
thunder clouds
thunder clouds
as darkness descends
surrounding me
enveloping my heart
turning the world inside out
the sound is deafening
like a war zone of nature
beating wind against the sky
turning shapes into nightmares
may all this be passing
as we dream of a new world
Raised by Wolves
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
sunshine
sunshine after a cloudy day
fills the sky with light
it is the evening
when the day draws to a close
and night has come
as the stars appear
a puppet show
is played out between
the sun and the moon
and the stars applaud
Time in motion
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
flying ducks
flying ducks
over the sea
like arrows
parting the skies
they know where they are going
we should follow them
to distant lands
there we shall have another life together
a dream to unfold
a beacon of hope
where we all rejoice
at last we have found our home
14th November Moon
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
Roses
In springtime they flower
In summertime they bloom
In autumn they fall
In winter they are gone
