Magic

Magic

If my pen was a wand,

The ink of a magic kind,

What words I would write,

Full of hope for all of mankind.

The Horizon

The Horizon

Standing on the beach,

Seashore at my feet,

Looking at the line of the horizon,

Warm coloured sky,

Clouds in the sky,

The wind in my face,

I listen to the sounds all around,

As the sun goes down,

Completely at peace with my surroundings,

A dividing line between the sea and the sky,

A line so defining,

As day turns to night,

Another day in my life gone by. 

Friends

Friends 

 

Stand by me, 

I will stand by you, 

You don’t have to stand alone, 

Lean on me, 

I will lean on you, 

Supporting we will see it through, 

Sometimes things go wrong even though we do no wrong, 

I will talk to you, 

You can talk to me, 

Together we will see it through, 

So lean on me and I will try to be strong, 

I will support you so you want fall, 

I will smile to make you happy and tell you it will be alright, 

Hopefully you will then sleep through the night, 

Together we will try to ease the pain so that we can survive, 

To see a new start to a day, 

A day with a little less sorrow, 

Perhaps that day will be tomorrow. 

Words

Words 

 

If I could find the words to say, 

To brighten up someone else’s day, 

To bring a smile or a cheeky grin, 

To send the blues away, 

I would speak these words every day, 

To shelter those in the pouring rain until the sun would return again, 

To ease a burden in the darkest hour, 

The words would come from above, 

In whom I have learned to trust, 

I would speak them freely, 

To release them from the burden, 

Those with a troubled heart, 

To bring light to those lost in the dark. 

Rising

Rising 

Orange globe ascending slowly, 

Morning has broken to a day we don’t know, 

From the East the dawn starts to show, 

Warming rays gradually shine, 

As the morning starts to grow, 

Showing shadows grace the land, 

Stirring beasts from their sleep, 

Rising higher in the sky, 

To its common spot, 

Gracing land with golden rays, 

That’s what makes summer days, 

On its trajectory course, 

Travelling on its route, 

Cotton wool clouds drift in front, 

Guided by a breeze,  

Fueled by vapors as we know, 

Fed by the seas, 

Descending slow in the West, 

Gradually changing places, 

Temperature change as rays retreat, 

Shadows reduce in length, 

The day now becomes night, 

Lit by a lunar light.  

 

The Act

The Act 

Like an actor on the stage, 

I play my part, 

The clown, 

Performing on a daily basis, 

Entertaining the crowds who relish in my fall, 

Laughing at my performance, 

Fake smile shown, 

To hide my pain, 

The stage has been set, 

The play unfolds the actors play their part, 

Scripts unknown, 

The play goes on, 

Until the final act. 

 

 

The Show

The Show 

Another day,  

Another way, 

To play my part on this stage that has been chosen, 

Although my heart is broken, 

The strength to carry on, 

To smile and grin to speak the words as chosen, 

To disguise the pain, 

The show must go on, 

I must remain strong, 

Even though I feel like choking with all this heart felt emotion, 

I know the show must go on, 

Viewed by many like a soap on the telly, 

My character plays his part, 

To be hated or to be loved, 

Criticized or praised, 

The role is played day after day, 

The show will go on until the final cut.