there’s a twinkle
little star
Will my footsteps lead me there?
The world’s spread out before
today
colourful carpet under
my feet, my say.
I am
the queen of my road,
I choose
the paths I wander...

little star,
twinkle more
I put my young hands
in that light of yours
Sing to me
the map of Life
Show me the trail
I will to live.

I

On the wings of the Wind
I ride
my hair wavering behind me


II

The Wind swoops down
curious of my song
It is like the birds’
but unlike theirs
has words


III

Ink on paper
paper up ink
Words on wings
wings on the wind
carrying my words,
higher
farther
away to their destiny
unknown to me


IV

I am a stranger among the trees
a newcomer
invader
but the wings of the Wind
take me through the rows of conifer bark
Soon the ancients of Green
shall see me as a kindred spirit acquaint


V

White wings
wide wings
strong wings
of freedom
White wings
silver wings
silver rings
your whicker
Fly me,
fly me far
******* stars away
wings
roam the winds
ride the winds
the wild winds of freedom

Before you left me
I knew what I was feeling
when I was feeling it
and how to heal
myself
But when you left me...

Now you’ve left me,
my fingertips
have lost their touch,
my soul lost all its
spice and crunch.
Please,
ignite the fire
to warm my heart;
the need is dire -
it’s growing dark.

Who taught the sea to sing?
called the clouds to dance?
Who let the wind wander around?
made the mountains to stand?

Creation’s beauty
has me perplexed
yet I’m not surprised;
not asking why or who
for I know it was You.

let’s dance
in an everdream sky
Let the stars be our music
Let the galaxies light our steps

let’s run
on the clouds on high
Let the birds be our audience
Let the mountains cheer us on

let’s swim
in the pools of our eyes
Let me float in your azure
Let you splash in my hazel

let’s go
and adventure awhile
Let us conquer the world
Let us live life together

she lifted her head to her friend...

Greeting her
with a kiss
in his breeze and
a smile
in his clouds, they set off on an adventure
in each other’s eyes.

I.

Words can be more powerful than deeds
if you know how to use them.
But
how do you know that you know
how to use them?

Is it
when your best friend smells
the green of your grass,
When your sister remembers her tears
in your poem?
When the stranger tastes the salt in your sea air and
When a renowned poet sees you’re a brilliant diamond? But
When will you believe them?
When would you believe
in yourself?

But
you are just an amateur and are clueless and
you don’t believe

you can do it.
When will you stop doubting
[whether you’re any good/yourself and your skills] and

start practising your art,
start placing down your words.
Know that you know
how to use them.
Believe them.


II.

Your words are like ants
on the paper;
small, few perhaps. But
when you add them all up

you have a legion of punches.
You’re a warrior of words,
powerful, mighty, gentle, defending
and building the people.
Your people.

To them
a hero is what you are
when you share your speaking pictures,
when you show your singing words,

when you believe it yourself.
You are.
You are a writer.
Write your words.


III.

No-one knows you
sees you
hears you.
You have no name
yet. When you
write like you’re not scared
type like your words have power
try different pens like
you have a hundred swords,

you will become
somebody.
When you are just
a nobody who believes
in themselves, when

you are just an amateur and are clueless and
when you believe

you will shake the world.
You will always be somebody,
no matter what.
You will.
Because you can.


IV.

You’re a writer.
You have words.
They’re yours.

You will know when you know
how to use them.
Just believe in them.
Write them.