Walking along
In a daze
I felt the sun and all his rays
A little thing that life had stole
Started returning
My precious soul
Spirits lifted through my skin
As beautiful thoughts
Drifted in
I wanted to live amongst the crowd
My new found strength
Made me proud
What lay in store I didn’t know
But I made a promise
To give it a go
Walking along
In vibrant sways
I thank the sun and all his rays

Next to the white painted fence
Underneath the old apple tree
My love of many years
Has promised to wait for me

Don’t be late was her message
Get here as fast as you can
A million leaves blew from the trees
When through the streets I ran and I ran

I got there and saw her smiling
Our arms embraced the day
But the problem with beautiful dreaming
Is that reality gets in the way

Then I remembered the daylight
And the birds were singing then
Please god do the impossible
And make this my dream again

Kisses are like bliss
Spellbinding and hard to resist
Be it lover, mother, father or brother
Sister, cat, secret person or other

Kisses are like bliss
The kind of thing you don’t want to miss
Different meanings from happiness to pain
Warm or cold like droplets of rain

Kisses are like bliss
You try to decide if you want to enlist
Cherish them like gold dust
They don’t die they don’t rust

Kisses are like bliss
Slamming down like an iron fist
Just have them there and then
Cause they may not come again

Hoot she goes
The watcher in the night
Nestled on a roof top
Expertly out of sight
Eyes like saucers
Seeking out prey
A little mouse in the grass
Is lunch for this one today
Wingspan opens like a flytrap
As she stealthy sets sail
Swooping down onto the victim
Who runs but to no avail
Talons grip like vices
The poor squealing foe
Up up and away she soars
Out of sight she will go
A mission done so successful
An assassination in cold blood
Nobody knows of this killer
Lying shadowed in the wood

There you go
My busy little one
Fluttering those wings
Under the sun

On slate on bark
And all manner of things
Chewing on samples
That nature aways brings

Consuming worms and seeds
Through soil and heather
Release those feathers
Whatever the weather

They say poetry is dead
Like a pencil without any lead
They say nobody writes
Like a holiday without the sights
They say written verse is dying
My friends they are all just lying
They say the books have dried up
Like tea leaves at the bottom of a cup
They say that interest has ceased
Like a chalet no longer leased
They say we’re running out of verses
Like hospitals without nurses
They say the day will come fast
When poetry becomes a thing of the past
They say this but its not what I believe
It’s just what society wants us all to perceive

I sometimes wish I could be visited
By three ghosts like in the dickens tale
Showing me the good, the bad and the ugly
Pushed against the wall by a rusting nail

A ghost of Christmas past
Reminding of my early years gone by
Showing me days that made me happy
And the days that made me cry

A ghost of Christmas present
Where my troubles are all laid bare
But in between all the hardship and mess
My heart is always there

A ghost of Christmas future
And this the one I fear most
Because I don’t know what it brings
This spirit this drifting host

But it shows me things are good
It shows me happiness in the heat
And I feel comfort in the knowledge
That it will kind it will be sweet

My children will grow up healthy
And become the people I hope they will
Strong with a sense of goodness
As they love me when I’m over the hill

Lastly my dearest will always love me
She will stay right by my side
Our flames will never wilt or diminish
We will never run we will never hide

So thank you spirits for your reassurance
When you come on the hour chime
I sleep in a peaceful sleep now
And thank you for you precious time