Echo's

The echo's of the rain drops reoccurring in the dreams,

Oh the colour of the Rainbows after the storms,

The memory of the first dawn on that new day,

The steps on a new path that lead you away,

The music played on the paths you walked,

That music that helped you along the way.......

 

A Transformation

A vacant mind,

Open minded,

A vacuum in time,

But time goes by,

A state of transition,

In a cocoon,

Protected from the storms,

Hidden within,

Transforming silently,

Out of sight,

To return to society,

A beautiful sight.....

Choices

A handful of straws,

The short straw pulled,

The toss of a coin, 

Tails called,

Heads it is,

Three of a kind,

A Royal Flush shown,

The pot has gone,

Sometimes that is the way it is,

Roulette with a one chip bet,

Testing an individuals strength of what is left,

Dancing to a Singing String

Dancing to the singing strings,

Strings played upon a heart,

A girl dancing in the dark,

For  the visions and dreams played upon the screen,

Hidden behind the curtains of the windows to the mind,

As a cherub plays with the bow,

Striking the strings very slow,

With a melody only one other will hear,

That special one with that loving ear......

Hunting a Dream

SWIRLS

Hunting a Dream within the sleep,

Hunting that Dream within the Dream,

Searching high and low,

No where else to go,

But deeper in the sleep,

For a Dream that is hidden within the Dream,

Cannot be seen,

Is this just the Dream,

A Harbouring Heart

A harbouring heart,

Protected from the storms,

A heart that had sailed the seven seas,

Battered and bruised,

Repaired and mended,

Ready to sail again..............

The Saturday

To sit for a while and watch the world go by,

Sat on a bench watching the tide rise,

People watched the day through,

As they walked on by,

Dogs running having fun,

Chasing a ball that had been thrown,

Children playing in the sand,

Those that were brave swam,

Lovers walked hand in hand,

Sat on a day called SATURDAY.............