The Silver Moon

Standing in the light of a silver moon,

A Romeo on a path,

All alone,

Waiting for his Juliet,

She has not shown yet,

Memories triggered by a lunar light,

Shadows pass in the darkness of night,

Dreams will end at the break of dawn,

But thoughts remain all day long....

Romeo & Juliet

The Moon Light

The moon light,

Playing tricks with the mind,

Shadows within shadows,

Dancing in time,

That romancing duet,

Stepping to the break of dawn,

The start of something new,

As the sun was born,

Dartmoor Rising Sun

On A Path

On a path,

The leaves fell down,

Raining golden brown,

To join the brethren, 

On the ground,

To lay there,

Until they rot away,

To become a memory,

Maybe one day,

If others,

Happen to walk this way.....

Templers Way Newton Abbot 

Stood In The Dead Of The Night

I stood in the dead of the night,

My shadow had disappeared,

It was out of sight,

Blinded by the darkness,

My senses alive,

Safe I was,

For I knew I was going to be alright,

For I trusted my inner voice,

There on the path I paused,

Until the warming rays were born,

For the sun it  rose,

The day commenced,

With the first footstep,

Walking, 

But not alone .....

When We Pause

In life we find times when we pause,

It's all about choice,

Your choice,

No right,

No wrong,

Be brave and take that first step,

It it doesn't go as planned,

Pause,

You learned,

Let your inner instincts guide you,

One day that path will lead to a wonderful thing,

The Path

A Passed Day

To feel the warming glow, 

The sun was rising slow,

A day had passed,

The new is starting,

Forward one must go,

The horizon in the distance,

Sand beneath the feet,

A chosen direction taken,

With the first foot step,

Leaves a deep impression on the beach,

We Find Times

In life we find times when we pause,

It's all about choice,

Your choice,

No right,

No wrong,

Be brave and take that first step,

If it doesn't go as planned,

Pause,

You learned,

You have done your best,

Let your inner instincts guide you,

One day that path will lead to a wonderful thing,

TAKE THE FIRST STEP

Natures Song

The grass hoppers tuned a song,

An orchestra came to life,

The bees hummed along,

The beauty of natures song ,,,,

The Rays of The Day

It was the first ray,

That broke the dawn,

The light that turned the night into the day,

A circle of life,

That leads to a tomorrow,

In a warming way,

Dartmoor Warming Rays

Burning Eyes

The light it burned the eyes,

The light of this new born day,

For in the present,

It's a day to explore,

So on the grains of sand,

The feet will walk,

So exciting to see what this day will bring,

One foot step at a time,

Leaves an imprint behind,

Breadcrumbs For A Soul

I never asked you to follow me,

Along the path I stroll,

This is the path I chose,

I wrote the poems of my thoughts,

Breadcrumbs for a soul,

For in the darkness I left a trail,

A sign for those seeking a light,

That could lead you to the light of day,

That dawn of a new way,

Moon Light

Between The Lines

To read between the lines,

With an open mind,

Hidden words of a wish of a kind,

Maybe will come true on the path in front of you,

With each step forward a direction you will choose,

Climbing that mountain which is in front of you,

One day at a height you will stop,

To enjoy the view,

Haytor Dartmoor Devon 

To Rise With The Break Of Dawn

To wake and rise with the break of dawn,

A new day born,

Yesterday gone,

Graced by the rays of the sun,

The morning has come,

Heading towards tomorrow,

The path has begun,

A New Path Starts With The First Step

A Ghost of A Butterfly

Butterfly Meadow

She rested under the willow tree,

The branches low and swinging free,

Catkins drooping overhead,

That is where she rested her weary head,

A ghost of butterfly,

In a meadow where she used to fly,

Watching now the butterflies in the sky,

 

A Winters Day

 Robin 

To walk a path on a winter's day,

Thoughts in your mind,

You lost your way,

Needed a sign to get you back on track,

That is when he came along,

With a flash of red,

Upon a breast,

Just to let you know your not alone,

That little friend,

Robin,

To guide you home,

 

The Cold

The bitter cold,

It bit the skin,

It made the soul,

Shiver within,

The heart beat slowed,

As a pulse it froze,

The sign that winter is coming in.. 

The Journey

Haytor, Dartmoor, Devon 

What makes a journey,

To hear someone say,

With everyone taking footsteps every single day,

To climb the mountains,

A challenge for some,

Looking at the view,

When the climbing is done,

Measured in time means nothing,

What matters most is how far one has come ..... 

The Robin

You came to say hello,

Knowing that I was low,

You stayed with me on this rainy day,

To hear what I had to say,

To hear me say,

I loved you,

Oh how I miss you so,

That you already know,

 

The Fall

 

To see the trees,

The Autumn leaves of different hues and shades,

Seasons come the leaves Fall down,

To lay upon the ground,

A sign that winter is coming,

As temperatures start to cool,

With birds migrating,

With murmuration in the air,

Nights drawing in,

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Singing on a September Day

A blackbird singing at the break of day,

Announcing the dawn of a present day,

That warming glow as the sun starts to show,

Over a golden bay,

On this September day