If without purpose
one drifts through life
he/she encounters no-one
friends become enemies
all the worlds played out
in shadows over an empty grave
which reads:
life and death together
hold the key to eternity
Tag: thegoldentears
Flying stars
In the sky
as night passes
reflected dreams
swirling constellations
turn into bright colours
dying stars
we receive their light
upon the canvas above
Robin redbreast
Robin in the garden
on top of the tree
looking down at me
singing his song
that little redbreast
all day long
Remember
remember to see beyond the horizon
as both the sun and moon appear
so too, will you
Symmetry
sunrise
sunset
symmetry
the colour change
subtle like your eyes
reflect each day passing
