the time has come
to search for the truth
in an unjust land
leaving behind only doubt
taking the essentials
preparing for the coming onslaught
peace shall be found
when war has been raged
and the landscape ravaged
those that resist enslaved
have now found their freedom
in the one chosen to liberate them
in streams I swim
through dreams I communicate
adorned am I
by golden idols
breath deeply
and you can feel it
a difference of sound
lemon tree
colourful as the sun
the citrus flavour
made into candid peal
added to drinks
making lemonade
mixed into a cake
or squeezed onto sandwiches
dreams of Sicily
on an average day
the sky changes
different clouds move
the sun peaks through
the garden is green
still wet from the rain
I sit at my computer
listening to music
and write my feeling down
content in my well being
the lone fisherman
waits near the waters edge
contemplates the changing weather
is immersed in nature
but is not alone
waiting for the fishes
to be apart of something
other than oneself
and let your soul wonder
into the net of hope
Let the leaves gather in the garden
the falling snow, surround the home.
May peace bring solitude,
as one contemplates the beginning without an end.
Share happy moments with all those gathered,
the light of which shines down.
On a grey day the rays of sunshine break the mundane,
leaving trails behind, these are the paths we choose to follow.
the letter
to a lover
a note
left behind
something he will find
reminisce sweet perfume
a kiss or two
love is a notion
as deep as the ocean
swallow
fly away home
always reaching
new destinations
the call of spring rings true
as do the leaves of autumn
when summer has gone
and winter has come
parting of the ways
leave behind sweet memories
of bygone days
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
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
