as the wind howls
the rain falls
as the day ends
the night calls
as the wind howls
the rain falls
as the day ends
the night calls
blackbird sing
the fading light of day
each evening they call
a serenade
across the gardens
listening to their song
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
The hills fade into the sky
as the sun turns into fire
changing clouds
obscure the view
thunder reigns
the day ends
night draws in
as the stars shoot across the sky
Robin in the garden
on top of the tree
looking down at me
singing his song
that little redbreast
all day long
sunrise
sunset
symmetry
the colour change
subtle like your eyes
reflect each day passing
the sunrise
over the hills
a bright day—
the light of which
stays impressed
in the memory.
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.