rainy days
lead to contemplation
of past times
reminiscing distant dreams
of our lives
that have been spent
but renew again
we are sometimes left in wonder
of times long ago
which become our past
a score is settled
and those debts paid
and our dues
brought about a replacement
of what has been rendered
he embarks on an adventure
with a surprise, the price of coin
monsters to defeat
the day of reckoning
with Roach by his side
and the bard playing the lute
witches call him:
invading his dreams
of destiny foretold
and although it may seem
that their are few, who love him
a message is written here
right below his name
The Witcher
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
late one evening
overhead pasted a flock of birds
they seemed to block out the sky
as it changed
this dawned on me
reflections of time
light to dark
then light returning
a never ending story
at night
I hear their call
the ceaseless cries
of hunting in the dark
their eyes do see
all the world
from above they fly
as down below they hide
the law of nature
they must abide
when I think of the grand design
we have made on Earth like a map
creating our world
through different civilisations
similar shapes arise across the globe
throughout history as mankind progresses
these shapes change
to the glass and concrete
the skyline of a city
mark our place in time
building the likes of which
can be seen from space
when the sun fades
signals the end of day
night makes an appearance
the shapes of the clouds disappear
replaced by the stars
the light of the moon across the sky
tells of stories of the sun
as the trees sway in the breeze
the animals come out to hunt
their shadows dancing across the ground
pursuing the right to dominate the nightlife
a feast for the senses
cards are sent
roses with their scent
the message of love is received
red is the passion
when all is revealed
bringing about a new hope
put into perspective given scope
each and every darling wallflower of the mind
a blessing you will find
Generations in the making
well trodden are these ways
footprints in time leave a path
for the chosen few to follow
along the plain and streams
bridges across rivers
over hills and mountains
different cultures of people
all colours of the rainbow
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 Golden Tears 