flashbacks
take me back
to another place in time
recurring dreams
of old memories
distances are never too far
if you want to change something
let it first be broken
then mend it with love
Tag: contemplation
Butterflies
butterflies in love
on a spring morning
dancing across the garden
colours of orange and brown
a playful unison
natures way of saying
I love you
Sparrow
sparrow fly away home
of all life’s desires
be the one
who holds dear
what life leaves behind for us
a shining star
in the vast cosmos
when all love is lost
be the spark
to reunite the two halves
bring back all light
banish the darkness
believe in oneself
a guiding force of nature
Is the moon watching over me
Is the moon watching me
as the stars pass by
in the night sky
can we still see them
during the day
the present blue
then covered by clouds
from the unknowing void
laid out before us
I welcome the rain
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
Dreams of passion
dreams of passion
the soft light of day
thoughts fade away
calling out to you
are you still there
waiting for me
at night I pray
for a new beginning
where each day
is full of light
and we are together
every night
Light of my eyes
light of my eyes
return to me
as the sun shines above
each day we are apart
a deal is struck
with the setting sun
may we rise each morning
a better part of ourselves
renew our focus
the sweet embrace
of the dawn
Vegetable patch on the corner
the veg is spilling over
all sorts of growth
pumpkins are ready
couchettes looking good
peas climbing high
sunflowers peaking out
carrots popping up
potatoes growing down
wildflowers bloom
bees humming past
all colours as bright as the sun
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
Thoughts 1
the mind ingrained
like a piece of wood
