A flock of sparrows

I saw a flock of sparrows

as they passed over my garden

they formed a shape an arrow

as if to point the way

bringing about a commotion

they traveled above

stirring up chaos

reminding the over birds

that we who journey in the skies

have but one purpose

for each and everyone of us

to follow them as they fly by

Grand Design

when I think of the grand design 

we have made on Earth like a map

creating our world

through different civilisations

similar shapes arise across the globe

throughout history as mankind progresses 

these shapes change

to the glass and concrete

the skyline of a city

mark our place in time

building the likes of which

can be seen from space

Memories of time

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