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
moon as bright as a coin
stays with me
holds my gaze
lets me know
who I am
through the eyes
of my binoculars
I could see life
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
