Green is the grass
that grows in my garden
black and brown are the birds
dotted around the place
they land feeding on worms
sometimes a splash of colour
when one sees something different
out of the corner of the eye
a branch of hope
beacon of the skies
close the door
to the present
fend off the past
I fear the foreshadowing
remembering those
who fell behind
they died in my mind
their they shall remain
till the time comes
to be reunited again
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
In this church
may you find peace
and return to your true nature
the spiritual awakening
brings joy to the heart
understanding the self
feeling of freedom
a dream to withhold
on a foggy day
when you look out towards the mountains
see the past remains
up here hidden in the clouds
Immortals reside
going through the wilderness
your only companion
is yourself
spring is in the air
rain falls, then stops falling here.
toads mating outside
Love leaves us
like the tide
ebbs and flows
we feel the changes of the moon
as the stars reflect their light
bringing us home
seasons change
as we follow each other
across the continents
when we find the time
to reflect on what has come
we see our future
in each others eyes
love has found me
where I haven’t yet been
with your orange beak
what will you speak
in the garden green
your feathers pristine
moving around
up and down on the ground
bring about a shape
part of the landscape
flying away
watch him go today
Grey days
lead to contemplation
to find a place
when sunny days have gone
where the weather warmed the soul
as the heart beats freely
that feeling of spring
when autumn days have come
to darken the horizon
as winter is here again
The Golden Tears 