Remember your a child at heart

Remember your a child at heart Seeking only childish things. You still frightened of the dark Though older now within there springs Eternal hope and what it brings. The child inside is always there It waits and waits and waits for you Has no burdens or no cares Gently whispering what to do That in […]

Long past the little dramas

Long past the little dramas that survive Filled with dwindling grandeur as the last leaf Falls foretelling the harbinger of our lives Full of forgetfulness and dreams once sheaved Buried beneath the heaped up seasons, withered Away, how easy to forget to live Numbed by our own tribulations we dither Looking inward, fearful of what […]

Hope

  Old men say that in the end life is brief, We live and dream then simply fade away. We have not long for laughter or for grief So short a time in which to find a way. And yet from dust we came and were conceived To follow hope and hope when dust returned […]

Solstice

No doubt the winter solstice shows its might By creeping shadows longer day by day, But even at its zenith knows the light It tries to hide must always find a way. How can the summer solstice then forget And make believe the dark be held at bay, For surely at the turn it will […]

What must she seek

What must she seek to guide her on her way, Her shadow marks no epoch but its own. A revelation at the break of day Echoing the promise of what was sown. Looking backward how easy to be wise, To spring the traps and doubt what fools believe. Who could foresee the future now despised, […]

The light that dazzles

The light that dazzles finds within the shade A monody: seldom now it shines as if The illuminations bear no reflection And the zigzag lines that have cauterised About her spurn the splinters of the day. An old soul that sucks through dry lips, Leaning on itself, waiting for eternity. Turning she wonders why the […]

When Autumn comes

There is a time when the sun dipping low Lays a long shadow and waning it shines For one last hour basking us in its glow. Its admonition to the summer wine. And of those who know, having read the runes Sense the last fruit that ripens and flowers As the past beckons and the […]