I will find you
across the stars
to distant lands
where we left our hearts
when ones mind is empty
and our love is full
to share dreams
and remain still
shelter being from harm
when all is lost
nothing remains
a home will be found
where memories are made
Love leaves us
like the tide
ebbs and flows
we feel the changes of the moon
as the stars reflect their light
bringing us home
seasons change
as we follow each other
across the continents
when we find the time
to reflect on what has come
we see our future
in each others eyes
love has found me
where I haven’t yet been
the time has come
to search for the truth
in an unjust land
leaving behind only doubt
taking the essentials
preparing for the coming onslaught
peace shall be found
when war has been raged
and the landscape ravaged
those that resist enslaved
have now found their freedom
in the one chosen to liberate them
discover something new
old things leave behind a mark
to trace a pattern
do your research
dig and search
for something to find
story left behind
I welcome the rain
for when it arrives
life is renewed
as if on a spring morning
one chooses life
the crescent moon
adorning the skyline
sometimes our feelings
turn into doubts
but they are just fleeting
through mirrors
the reflections of the dawn
waiting for the sunlight
memories
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
Half moon
pink/grey are the clouds
adoring the blue
the sky is set
below lie the trees
surrounding the houses
inside are the people
the sun shines bright
across the hills
sprinkled are our dreams
with sweet intent
watching the surf
watching the surf
and seeing the spray
apart of the day
when all else fails
this is where I find myself
waiting for me
She smiled at me
I smiled at her
surrounding one another…
We all have something!
As each day passes
one wonders what possibilities await?
Decided.
In awe she shall be!
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.
The Golden Tears 