the sunrise
over the hills
a bright day—
the light of which
stays impressed
in the memory.
Tag: poem
Silhouette
my silhouette
changes with the light;
as I contemplate
the ocean still.
dance of the clouds
a bright full moon
the clouds dance
light shines through
darkness is gone
to the night sky
the sun returns
Civilisation
shaping the land into green
across the valley and upstream
where forests are cleared
a range of fields divides
replaced by mountain sides
through hillside pathways
across dual carriageways
the view of colours change
as civilisation has no end
Dreams
Live in your dreams
and hear me calling
within your life
you see me changing
afterlife is an image
what is left behind
a chance for peace
Penthouse
above is where I live
surrounded by the sky
seeing the birds pass by
looking out across the city
each day a new discovery
what wonderful scenery
to see the sun rise
then to see it set
colours change silhouette
the higher we are
better the view
come closer deja vu
Autumn leaves
Autumn leaves,
crunch under my feet.
Their disheveled shapes,
fallen cries.
Each tree, shakes off
its branches, in the wind.
As the season turns
and the weather changes.
Our paths become,
that of one,
who is lost in colour
and cannot change.
Platform to Platform
Sitting on the platform waiting for a train
late again
I wonder what my fellow commuters are thinking
Do they share in my plight
or go beyond it
into the night
with that sinking feeling
that we have waited all day
for the same train
