The Sandy Dunes

The music played and memories returned of the yesterdays,

Dancing on the golden sands under the lunar light,

Tunes and melodies of the past the lyrics that were sung the age they last,

She held his hand and twisted and turned,

A heart singing with the love tune,

Footprints left were the dance had left leading to the sandy dunes,

Were whispers heard from the reed beds from the lovers under the moon,

The Swarm

To walk in a meadow on a summers day,

Watch the swarm of butterflies fly in an erratic way,

A flightpath taken in an individual line,

The kaleidoscope of colour a rabble of wings,

All of a flutter carried by the wind,

A symbol of life, the resurrection of souls to the cultures that know,

 

Diamond Lane

To walk down diamond lane,

On a route to destiny's end,

A rivers course on a rainy day,

With waterfalls leading the way,

Where puddles form,

With ripples made by raindrops that fall,

On the rainy days,

A path taken by many,

Memories made by the soles that trek,

On this rocky path,

On the moorlands edge,

 

Weathering the Day a Seed of Dreams

To Weather the day in a seasons way,

Watching the rain wash sorrows away,

To fall from high above,

Left on the ground alone and lost,

A rainbow shown what has passed,

A new day born with a rising sun,

With seeds that are planted,

Who knows what will grow,

Path of a journey starts with a leading foot,

That step in to the unknown,

With hopes and dreams of what could be,

The tree of life that seed might be, 

A Seed of Dreams

Protected Path

 

Protected by a canopy,

A canopy of leaves,

Protected from the elements and the emotions that they feed,

Sheltered from the teardrops that fall like rain,

On a natures path on a rainy day,

With rays of light breaking through the natural prisms,

Forming rainbows on the path in front of you,

With forward motion the past will pass,

And a new path will be in front of you...

A Cafe by the Beach

Sat drinking tea,

In a cafe by the beach,

Watching the world pass by,

On a summers day,

With clouds floating high,

Looking at where the sand meets the sea,

In the distance it is the horizon I see,

As the sun lowers and the heat of the rays fade,

Footprints made in the sand will soon be eroded away,

Claimed by the tide at the end of the day,

Only memories last by those that where made......

Dream a little, Dream a lot

Dream a little,

Dream a lot,

What is meant to be will be,

For if two paths cross on a journey of life,

Memories made to last the test of time,

For a serenade heard by a rhythm of the heart,

A cupids arrow has hit its mark,