A Token Gift From Above

The feather shed from an Angel's wing,

Descend down on the wind,

A token gift from above,

The sign your not alone,

On this path that you own,

A treasured message the joy it brings,

This little token from an Angel,

Who took you under their wing,

A Chorus Burst To Life

I heard a grasshopper at my feet,

Stridulation in the field,

A chorus burst to life,

A song that filled the air,

I bent to take a peak,

The grasshopper took a leap,

A song into the evening chirped on,

On the stage,

An orchestra led by the hind legs,

To the ears within the field,

Lit by the lunar light with twinkling stars in the sky,

Stepping Stones

Jumping on the stepping stones,

Bounding over the stream,

Going against the flow,

Following a dream,

Leaping like a child,

Embracing life again,

Traversing the broken path,

Divine direction guided,

A chosen path on a personal journey,

Walking over the moors,

The journal ready with a pen in hand,

To capture new memories born from a new day,

 

Phoenix Rising

To rise from the fire,

Wings alight,

Shadows cast in the dark of the night,

A trail of smoke betrays the flight,

Reaching heights not flown before,

Ascending higher to the unknown,

Phoenix rising,

Breaking free,

Born again to spread its wings........ 

Finding Eden

Day dreaming,

At the bottom of a waterfall,

Overhead a rainbow's arc,

Crystal clear the pool to bathe in,

Surrounded by foliage,

A place of exotic beauty,

With golden rays that caress the skin,

Not a care in the world as time passes by,

Watching the clouds that drift up high,

A cure of mother nature to take time out,

Finding Eden is what life is about,

  

Value Your Time

In a life time,

Value your time,

Choose your direction careful,

The world is there to see,

Make memories,

No your worth,

Do not waste time or energy on what does not reciprocate,

 

Caught by Medusa's Stare

Dartington Memorial Figure

 Caught by Medusa's stare,

 Turned to stone in open air,

 Fated to lounge in a garden,

 In the grounds of an Estate,

 Weathered by the elements,

 On a yearly basis,

 Viewed by many as time goes on,

 Shaded by the Sweet Chestnuts that grow tall,

 Climbed upon by the young when they explore,

 Listening to lovers as they walk,

 Hearing whispering secrets as they talk,

 Close to where actors act,

 Even sometimes acrobats,

 Reclined and at ease,

 Within where beauty surrounds,

 A Memorial Figure to last for years, ever Moore,