Memories of time


the reflections of time

distance themselves 

to an unknown place

upon the upheaval 

of memory


lost are the stars

to which we call home

trying to find ourselves 

when dreams end

life begins 

a new story


what shapes our soul

is it the experiences we have

that help us realise 

our true purpose in life 

or is it the realisation

that all this can change 

Moon over the mountains

The moon rises

and transforms the night 

its light descending

shaping the valley

each step a mile

from sunrise to sunset 

there lies the moon

reflected in a pool of light

our dream of happiness 

lasts us through the night