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
Category: Poetry
Painting the Moon
I trace the skies
its light dances
where shadows are seen
my thoughts are displaced
creating a memory
in their place
Sunrise
as the sunshines
the day renews itself
we are all part of it
the moon appears
as heaven and earth
are reunited
All your years
As I sit alone
thoughts cross my mind,
a kaleidoscope of memories.
Cherish those
while they still remain,
as spring
fades into autumn—
may they last you
all your years.
Butterfly
a butterfly came to visit me
her colour a blur
of brown and black
but I could make out her eyes
as if to say hello
farewell and goodbye
Sunrise
the sunrise
over the hills
a bright day—
the light of which
stays impressed
in the memory.
Silhouette
my silhouette
changes with the light;
as I contemplate
the ocean still.
Barren Hillsides
Barren hillsides
where I make my home
Open spaces
seldom view themselves
I live alone
where others go
i dare not venture
To be free
take your leave
Cherish life
may it be plentiful
as a mountain spring
dance of the clouds
a bright full moon
the clouds dance
light shines through
darkness is gone
to the night sky
the sun returns
Each day
Each word, a story untold.
Each truth, a lesson learned.
Each memory is awakened.
Each breath, the passion returns.
Each past, reclaimed.
Each stake, renamed.
Echoes of Life 