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Friday, 6 November 2020

Broken Parts


Piece by piece,
Glued together to make a whole,
Keeping old flames out of reach
Danger of fire,
Every piece a story to tell,
Healed,
Now whole,
With scars to show,

Thursday, 5 November 2020

Dream Visions

She said to him,
Do you know what you are to me,
No? he said,
You are my everything,
My world, the Moon and the Stars,
You make me happy and complete,
My dreams come true......
He woke from his dream at 3am,
Haunted by his dream,
Unable to sleep,
Where was this woman of his dreams to make his life complete.....


Fate

Broken promises,
Broken dreams,
A pride on fire,
A broken heart,
Betrayed by love in the dark,
But it's ok  he said for I am awake, 
Not worthy of  his love you are to him,
You set him free,
To find love that he deserves,
One day his dreams will come true,
For he may discover you,
For paths will cross if it is meant to be,
With a pen in hand he will plot his course,
A gypsy King with his dreams,
On this journey through the stars too his destiny.....

Sunset Dreams


Standing on a beach feet buried in the golden sand,
Holding hands in the dimming glow,
With flowing hair dancing in the breeze,
Watching the waves rolling in,
Two hearts in rhythm, 
#Patience rewarded as she said I love you,
#Patience is a virtue he thought,
As he looked in her eyes and said.... I LOVE YOU TO,
He took her in his arms and tenderly kissed her as the sun went down.


Wednesday, 4 November 2020

Soaring

 



Searching for freedom in the skies,
Danger at height as now not grounded,
Liberated and free as a bird,
To fly on a breeze in the sky,
Migrating to a new dimension,
To reach a new destination,
In ones mind.....

Tuesday, 3 November 2020

Thoughts

He sat on a bench,
Starring at the sea,
A ritual practiced regularly,
Gathering his thoughts and finding peace,
Listening to the waves crashing at his feet,
The sea wind blowing,
Gulls soaring high,
Counting the clouds that float in the sky,
Thoughts drifting between day dreams,
As time disappears with the movement of hands,
Years pass by,
Yet the memories last.......


Sunday, 1 November 2020

 When the wind blows,

I will be gone,
A memory is all that will be left,
A yellow flower that changes to a ball of white,
A kids game making a wish,
Chasing seeds in the wind,
As they fly away,
Leaving an empty stem,
Memories of yesterday

Dawn To Dusk

Paths don't cross in physical time, That journey between Dawn to Dusk, Walking through the days, Alone, A foot step at a time, Distance,...