In springtime they flower
In summertime they bloom
In autumn they fall
In winter they are gone
In springtime they flower
In summertime they bloom
In autumn they fall
In winter they are gone
the wind sings during the day
as the clouds swirl around
light passes through
ever changing is the sky
my thoughts are moments
carried by the wind
dark grey is the afternoon
a band of gold the skyline
cherish old memories
and make good anew
a parting thought
the clouds sunshine
light of the day
slowly fade away
leave behind
and reminisce
the days change
darkness prevails
but the stars shine bright
illuminating the sky
a welcome delight
Love is a paradox
when ones feelings
are not of your own
but a fabrication
of society
this reality
is a manifestation of being
a recreation of essence
a parting of the way
the substance of which
echoes through
beyond all borders
the paths which we follow
to find true love
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
rainbow in the sky
ever changing light
from one point to another
parting the clouds
following our dreams
destiny intertwined
passing moments
though they seem familiar
they are in fact unique
making memories
searching for something
that remains hidden
the meaning of life
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
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
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
The stars in the sky
let me know where I am
each constellation
a different pattern
brightening the way
laid out before me
let my dreams unfold
and the morning break its silence