the cool air of autumn
is felt in the bones
the animals get ready to hibernate
morning sun
still scorches my eyes
speckles of grey hair in my beard
shoot out in all diferent directions
the cool air of autumn
is felt in the bones
the animals get ready to hibernate
morning sun
still scorches my eyes
speckles of grey hair in my beard
shoot out in all diferent directions
look at me
looking at you
our eyes do see
a mirror of truth
dreams lead into dreams
let your conscious fly away
as the subconscious governs the night
succumb to Morpheus
let him be your guide
as you venture ever further
to reach an understanding
when you wake
and try to remember
has this been your life
that when you close your eyes
you are seeking surrender
in dreams
sunrise
sunset
symmetry
the colour change
subtle like your eyes
reflect each day passing
a butterfly came to visit me
her colour a blur
of brown and black
but I could make out her eyes
as if to say hello
farewell and goodbye