In the sky
as night passes
reflected dreams
swirling constellations
turn into bright colours
dying stars
we receive their light
upon the canvas above
In the sky
as night passes
reflected dreams
swirling constellations
turn into bright colours
dying stars
we receive their light
upon the canvas above
When I look out towards the hills
I feel a sense of loss
Abandoned places in ruin
A pathway leads
Towards the mountain
Where I will not follow
Hidden moon
cloudy sky
watching the night go by
Robin in the garden
on top of the tree
looking down at me
singing his song
that little redbreast
all day long
My head is in the clouds
but I can still see
although there may be something
there waiting for me
but before I gaze aloft
and stand and stare
I wonder what lies over there
remember to see beyond the horizon
as both the sun and moon appear
so too, will you
cold light of the moon
shines down upon me
frost bit grass
lies under my feet
I feel the winter wind
but do not hide from it
let it pass over
to remind me of her face
sunrise
sunset
symmetry
the colour change
subtle like your eyes
reflect each day passing
what is that I could hear
in the hedgerow
but hiding from me was
a blackbird in the brambles
thinking back on it now
seem silly she’d be following me
but at that time
it was just her and me
I feel the rain
For when the clouds begin to gather
Each morning
I see their thoughts collect
of natures wears
and although it may be grey
my feelings are at bay
the sun will shine through