my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
spirit remain here
heaven can wait
time will tell
bereft of hate
memories fade
but the past remains
the present moment
is the futures reckoning
falling starlight, here
beneath a clear moon skyline.
nightly dreams take me,
to distant lands of longing
rest upon floating islands
Peace in our times
means to covert War
battle fields are drawn
lessons of the past unlearned
the future is here
camouflage beginnings
a skirmish starts
war wages
battle games ensue
the pawns are sacrificed
stalemate
never ending battlefield
going through the wilderness
your only companion
is yourself
goodbye little friend
may the wings of angels
carry you to Heaven
the ground that you chased
leaves behind a mark
as green as the grass you ate
apples and carrots on a plate
a friend that you made
remembers you fondly
still searches for you
even though you are gone
together we are a better part of ourselves
Robin on my porch
in autumn time still singing
sunny afternoon
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
Grey days
lead to contemplation
to find a place
when sunny days have gone
where the weather warmed the soul
as the heart beats freely
that feeling of spring
when autumn days have come
to darken the horizon
as winter is here again