flashbacks
take me back
to another place in time
recurring dreams
of old memories
distances are never too far
if you want to change something
let it first be broken
then mend it with love
Category: deepthoughts
Rainbow
rainbow in the sky
ever changing light
from one point to another
parting the clouds
following our dreams
destiny intertwined
passing moments
though they seem familiar
they are in fact unique
making memories
searching for something
that remains hidden
the meaning of life
I welcome the rain
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
Starry Sky
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
Pathway
to feel trapped
and abandoned
left with only ones thoughts
to be guided in darkness
the light shining through
a pathway to enlightenment
from the dawn comes humanity
the new way is forged
surrounded by friends and family
this pathway is ours to discover
Light of my eyes
light of my eyes
return to me
as the sun shines above
each day we are apart
a deal is struck
with the setting sun
may we rise each morning
a better part of ourselves
renew our focus
the sweet embrace
of the dawn
Vegetable patch on the corner
the veg is spilling over
all sorts of growth
pumpkins are ready
couchettes looking good
peas climbing high
sunflowers peaking out
carrots popping up
potatoes growing down
wildflowers bloom
bees humming past
all colours as bright as the sun
Memories of time
memories
the reflections of time
distance themselves
to an unknown place
upon the upheaval
of memory
lost are the stars
to which we call home
trying to find ourselves
when dreams end
life begins
a new story
what shapes our soul
is it the experiences we have
that help us realise
our true purpose in life
or is it the realisation
that all this can change
Thoughts 1
the mind ingrained
like a piece of wood
Birds
if we could talk to birds
what would they say
would it be the arrival of spring
each twittering chatter
a whistle or two
heading into summer
such commotion
and synchronicity
as we fall into autumn
are they still with us
the weather becoming colder
in winter time
