The Blackness of Night

Lunar rays,

Light the blackness of the night,

Shadows dancing in the moonlight,

Shooting stars,

Racing through the sky,

All before the break of a day,

When golden rays,

Break through cotton clouds,

As the sun rises in the sky,

Time just ticks on by.....

The Alarm

The alarm woke me,

From my sleep,

Actually from my dream,

My hand slipped from yours,

Drifted we did,

Now afar,

As my eyes opened,

To the break of day,

Now I don't know where you are,

As I sit on the edge of a bed,

With your image,

Inside my head......

The Fisherman

The fisherman,

Came to fish,

Stalking his prey,

From the banks of the canal,

Reflections,

Of the over head limbs,

Of hanging branches,

Loaded with shades of green,

The whispering leaves,

Over the stillness of the calm water,

Patiently,

The heron,

Hunted for his prey,

On his canal,

For the day......

Canal Bank Heron

Heron on the Canal Bank

Heron on the Canal

A Journey

A journey,

The path is unexpected every day,

With each foot step,

The imprint is a memory of a past moment,

In time and place,

As the future is in the that footstep,

Of the one,

Taken before....

Bude Canal Walk

 

Widecombe Bay

The path led me to Widecombe Bay,

With white horses racing to shore,

Listening to the roar,

Which one would be the first to shore,

Crashing in to seashore rocks,

Wave spray created by the shock,

With gulls flying in the sky,

Playing with the breeze,

Before they dive,

Surfers on the crest,

Putting their skills to the test,

People on the beach,

Some with dogs,

Off the leash..... 

Widecombe Bay Dog Walker

Widecombe Bay Surfer

The Hug

To hold you in my arms,

Your head upon my chest,

My heart and mind combined,

As I stare into those eyes,

Not conscious of time,

As the world just passes by....

A Heart

The heart was opened,

The key was a kiss,

The mind it fell in line,

Cupid's arrow,

Did not miss,

It was only a matter of time....

The Heart

To Grace The Sky

The Sun it rose,

To grace the sky,

To warm the day,

That produces a smile,

It touched the rooftops,

Kissed the trees and whispered,

To the world as people walked by,

As one walked on a chosen path,

Along on one's way,

Beneath the hush of the morning's rush,

Singing a tune to a rhythmic beat as the feet lead the way,

Each breath carries the words of the song carried

on the breeze in soften tones,

As the footsteps dance on the forgotten stones 

beneath one's feet,

That is where we find ourselves,

In a golden hush,

Not lost,

But gently found,

A soul who is at peace..............

Drowning

On a path,

I stood in front of you,

I drowned in your eyes,

Of ocean blue,

It's going to be hard for me,

Not to fall for you. 

The Sea Tide

The sea,

It rose with the tide,

The Sun was high in the sky,

The sea,

It lowered as the day came to and end,

With only foot prints left in the sand......

Sand Art Torquay

Control

The hands controlled the time,

But the time controlled the tempo of the 

movement....

Skeleton in a Coffin

Sky Full of Stars

People come,

Then some go,

One chose,

A head full of dreams,

A path of adventure,

Memories are made,

Through the garden of Eden,

The grass is green,

From the teardrops,

That flow,

Through the valley,

Over bridges that get burned,

In search of paradise,

Where one will lay,

To stare at a sky full of stars......

As The Pendulum Swings

Dreaming that one,

Could control,

The hands,

On the clock,

Fighting with time,

To slow the momentum,

Of the tick-tock,

As the pendulum swings,

Slicing through the vision,

As one watches,

Unsure of how long,

One has got ...........

The Yew Tree

To walk backwards on a path,

Not a path travelled before,

Around a Yew tree,

Seven times no more,

A tale of myth and lore,

To stand in awe,

Under the branches of the tree,

Where grave stones stand at angles,

Of those that passed before,

A whispered wish,

Cast to be free,

For in life on one's path,

What will be,

Will be,

To then find a Rose,

Upon a seat,

Colourful,

Beautiful and free........

 

The Golden Beach

The path it led to a golden beach,

Rich it was under one's feet,

To walk along the golden shore,

Rich in shells,

Washed ashore,

There one sat,

Counting the waves,

The day it went,

As the waves kissed the shore,

Ten thousand or more did one count,

Before the day was no more,

As the Sun went down......

Corbyn Head Torquay 

Emotional Fall

The emotions fell,

Like a waterfall,

Diving into a pond,

Where memories stirred,

By the current,

For agitated visions,

Rose from depth,

Of the times and places,

Where one drowns in regret.......

Water Lilly on a Pond

 

Behind The Curtains

Behind the curtains,

One practices ones lines,

For entering the stage of the day,

All ways on time,

Under the rays,

In the spot light one bathed,

But behind the smile,

A heart is breaking,

Of an immortal soul,

With open scars,

That don't seam to heal,

Forever weeping,

As a jester,

One plays one part,

As the matinee of the day ends,

One takes a bow,

As the curtains draw,

One prepares,

Prepares for tomorrow,

With an open heart........ 

A Rhythm It Sings

The beats of the heart,

A rhythm it sings,

Pumping faster when one speaks your name,

Cupids arrow hits a mark,

In the centre of a heart,

A lovers eyes make it weak,

For singing in tune,

Another rhythm is heard,

As it sings,

Answering a song, 

With the same lyrics it has heard,

In harmony the romance begins,

Rolling Clouds

Rolling clouds,

Over shades of green,

With multiple colours of heather,

Mixed within,

With rugged rocks,

Forming formations,

Cairns created in the most unusual places,

With standing stones,

Placed in lines and circles,

With sleeping giants,

On top of Tors,

Moorland streams,

Running their courses,

With rambling ponies,

Flocks of sheep,

Herds of cows,

Who just roam around,

That is what Dartmoor is all about.......

Haytor Rock Dartmoor

I am Nothing

I am nothing,

Nothing I am,

Not worth a thing,

But nothing has value,

For it's worth everything...........