Turn to face me
one last time
so I can remember
the remark you made
still haunts me
as do these long days
without you
Category: Poetry
Fallen snow
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.
light of heaven
light of heaven
speak to me
banish the demons
that lay within
let them show me
the need to be
as time passes
relieve the symptoms
make amends
make anew
peace be with you
and love always
Love and Art
Love is transcendent
as beauty is radiant
we only see
what we want to see
a framework
of essential being
painted legacy
on a canvas of art
brush strokes
a shape of exquisite nature
on a stage a part
portrayed by an actor
reflected lights
brighten the horizon
and the notion of propriety
artificial
artificial light
to dispel the night
helps me write
hides shadows in the corner
has many features
where my keyboard reaches
where would we be
if not written down in history
thunder clouds
thunder clouds
as darkness descends
surrounding me
enveloping my heart
turning the world inside out
the sound is deafening
like a war zone of nature
beating wind against the sky
turning shapes into nightmares
may all this be passing
as we dream of a new world
Raised by Wolves
take shelter from the gathering storm
we wait for it to pass
but we know in our hearts
fear prevails
as our surroundings darken
a path is found within
to lead us away to safety
what remains
cannot be unbroken
like a child
fragile to begin with
then as strength returns
so shall we find in ourselves
the depth of courage
against disparity
and awaken a truth
a burden of which we carry
swallow
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
Scavengers of the skies
flying through the sky
reaching out across the heavens
hear their call
the call of the sea
an essential being
to what ends
are they inland for
scavengers of the skies
sunshine
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
