lemon tree
colourful as the sun
the citrus flavour
made into candid peal
added to drinks
making lemonade
mixed into a cake
or squeezed onto sandwiches
dreams of Sicily
Tag: inspiration
A bird covered sky
late one evening
overhead pasted a flock of birds
they seemed to block out the sky
as it changed
this dawned on me
reflections of time
light to dark
then light returning
a never ending story
the ceaseless cries
at night
I hear their call
the ceaseless cries
of hunting in the dark
their eyes do see
all the world
from above they fly
as down below they hide
the law of nature
they must abide
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
when the sun fades
when the sun fades
signals the end of day
night makes an appearance
the shapes of the clouds disappear
replaced by the stars
the light of the moon across the sky
tells of stories of the sun
as the trees sway in the breeze
the animals come out to hunt
their shadows dancing across the ground
pursuing the right to dominate the nightlife
a day of love
a feast for the senses
cards are sent
roses with their scent
the message of love is received
red is the passion
when all is revealed
bringing about a new hope
put into perspective given scope
each and every darling wallflower of the mind
a blessing you will find
starry night
starry sky
twinkly night
shining bright
like torches
a beacon of hope
we follow them
to distant lands
may we always be here
to see them
as our planet grows
to reach the stars
may they shine back at us
as we are one of them
sunshine
sunshine after a cloudy day
fills the sky with light
it is the evening
when the day draws to a close
and night has come
as the stars appear
a puppet show
is played out between
the sun and the moon
and the stars applaud
celestial showers
celestial showers
when angels wept
and the stars have fallen
of what is written
reminds me so
of memories
beauty’s trap
to be spoken of softly
the words of which
I feel somehow
cannot wait to express
a lovers tenderness
flying ducks
flying ducks
over the sea
like arrows
parting the skies
they know where they are going
we should follow them
to distant lands
there we shall have another life together
a dream to unfold
a beacon of hope
where we all rejoice
at last we have found our home
