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
Tag: reflection
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
swallow
swallow
fly away home
always reaching
new destinations
the call of spring rings true
as do the leaves of autumn
when summer has gone
and winter has come
parting of the ways
leave behind sweet memories
of bygone days
Time in motion
passages of time
placed across the embers
set in motion
the wheels turn
dancing light
a gathering storm
the falling rain
the path well trodden
place to be
beside the willow tree
14th November Moon
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
Love is a paradox
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
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
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
reflections of the day
fireball in the sky
blinds my eye
passes over
during the day
lights my way
things to do
memories made
of all the joy
this time repaid
Memories of time
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
