When words fail what's left? Song? My praises singing Hands? I gesture, paint worlds with my movements When words fail do we write? Put my pen to paper and let the words spread like watercolor Words speech, are all I know Silence is a foreign language to me When words fail I have little left. So I pray my words do not fail. Because words are mine.
If Mika is like her Mother The world is a better place, If Mika looks like her Mother Then surely, she has a a beautiful face; And if Mika learns from her Mother She will live in a state of grace.
For the world is a twisted place, Demons lurk within. Crimes hidden behind gentle smiles. One wrong step, And a grave dug beside. To trust or not? A question mark remains. Here I rest my case....
In between the greying and the silvering work and life the sombre brooding of time and the lull after the storms poetry crept upon me word by word phrase by phrase in a metaphor letters from the heart filling voids of loneliness with welcome solitude
In the afternoon Below a grey blue sky I hear the chatter Of the magpies. And they talk in bird talk In words unknown to me As they bob their little heads By the amaltas tree. Glad I am to hear them I listen carefully Happy to be in their - wondrous company