chasing the moon
through falling skies
leaving shadows behind
the path of light
reflects visions of the self
as one contemplates
the eternal being
being apart of it all
relinquishing the self
through fading skies
of shattered light
shadows move unchecked
contemplating dreams
chasing the moon
If without purpose
one drifts through life
he/she encounters no-one
friends become enemies
all the worlds played out
in shadows over an empty grave
which reads:
life and death together
hold the key to eternity
Leaves falling down
across the path
birds flying overhead
green is the grass
brown are the trees
squirrels climbing high
branches hanging low
crows in the air
then on the ground
windy weather all around
In the sky
as night passes
reflected dreams
swirling constellations
turn into bright colours
dying stars
we receive their light
upon the canvas above
Standing on the shore
I hear the sea
calm tranquility
blue like the sky
this place mystifies me
the air is cleansing
my thoughts are like the clouds
lost to the horizon
They caught my gaze
down a lane I have not been.
curiously I went down
that lane
to admire;
the beautiful blue flowers.
I took a photo
to remind me
of what had transpired;
the joy of inspiration.
