Mild, Clement, Winds Benign
Hands That Move And Call In
Time
A Skylines, Mist
First Rose To See
The Fading Of A Galaxy

It comes from the place where the
water flows
The architectural back rows
From here the mind begins to swell
When your drawing water from the
well
And of all the things you take to
heart
The key to living is the living part

Moonlight Sits
Where The Sun Had Laid
The Gates Are Open
And The Stars Parade
I Sit And Watch As They
Rehearse
The Symphony Of The
Universe

Its the age between petal and
leaves
In the air that the woodland
breathes
From the darkness of the night
To the linen mornings wear
From a kingdom underwater
To being masters of the air

Forever flows through the same vein
Everything I believe seems just right
With you there is only this moment
With you all there is -  Is tonight

Set For Encounters
In A Lonely Place
A Parking Lot For An
Alien Race
A Lava Bed
A Volcanic Drey
Cloaked In Hostile
Alien Grey

Aldrin and Armstrong allegedly informed NASA after they landed on the moon that they were being observed by UFO s that were parked on the rim of a giant crater ( Known as the Sea of Tranquility )

Its the state of mind and the things
your on
The sky opens up and they are gone
Its not so strange that they are here
Its the fact they disappear

Dont shoot me

There's an emphasis placed upon
the thorn
The impact of a summer storm
But while mans asleep
there's a real solution
We are free of light and
and noise pollution
Flaunting life now seldom seen
The wildlife back in the dream

Engaged in this madness in the mechanics of blue
In the cracks of the wall that your peering through
In this air of sadness that wont permit you to vent
There's desolation, and another year spent

In the underlying layers of green
The perennials begin to dream
In the dying scent that sweeps the air
The autumn showing signs of wear
Between a dying rose and being caught
In an eclectic mix of design and thought

Pathways hidden the tincture lost
The sanctuary of a garden singed
by frost
A crisp morning air the tranquillity
The toned down colours of a muted
sea.

Everything from a past exhumed
Has been chewed up and then consumed
And for all the things I never offered up
For those that lingered like a crime
From the echoes of a hollow heart
To the back of my own mind

How they rig reality
To the depths that they control
The gestures and appearances
The designs to soften souls
The awakening in a drama
The curfew they abuse
How you perceive reality
After the substances you use

Dogma or ridicule.
A flyer on rocket fuel
It moves without sound
Hallucination earthbound

A month in all its glory
A garden running wild
The purity in the colours
The imagination of the child
A heavy scent of flowers
that lingers in July
When words set out to caress an ear
When the days turn out so dry

Perhaps a burble, a ripple in the brook
A reflection of the sky in a beryl look
From azure to ashen its all the same
Daylight fades to the sound of the rain

Clouds Courting Summer Showers
Bumble Bees And Wildflowers
Stoney Beds In Shallow Streams
The Burble Trickles Into Dreams

My mind refreshed and feeling healed
A graduation of colour across a field
A pulsating vein a water mill
The heartbeat where you drink your fill
In a reflection of an old brass pump
In the shadow of the old tree trunk
Amidst colours of foliage during fall
A splash of colour across the wall

Prolonging the sadness, stringing
out those fears
Causing shadows to be cast ,
through the bitterness and tears
The pale acquisition, mistakes and
the lies
The cold as the sun goes down
before the light dies

My first write in sometime. Thank you for taking the time to read.

Note The Behaviour Of The
Seasons And Their Seams
As They Mimic And Perform
In Each Others Scenes
As They Slip In A Whisper
Or Maybe They Mime
In Search Of A Moment
To Extend Their Time

Fast The Evening Melts Away
As Starlight Edges Across The Bay
I Wait For An Age For The Carp To
Bite
I Gaze For Hours Into The Night
See Wispy Clouds Drift Away
As Starlight Dims To Welcome Day
Stand A While And Watch Dawn
Unfurl
The Oyster Opens To Reveal A Pearl

Seasons Greetings All!!

The Aurora Flits Away From Gaias
Rim
The Earth Rotates And The Stars
Dim
Silhouettes Shy As The Shadow
Slips
Into The Embrace And The Warmth
Of Heavens Lips

On A Broken Landscape There Is A
Little Moor
With Sentinels And Their Shadows
On A Sun Washed Floor
Now If You Turn That Landscape
And Go Across The Heath
Youll Find A Mosaic Of Colour Under
Leaf

Daylight Spirals Into
Late Afternoon Rain
There's Laying Water
That's Unable To Drain
But Its Just A Reflection
As Winter Arrives
In Copper Mirrors
Under Mackerel Skies

In The Form Of Imagination
In A Theory Made Of Glass
In A Cosmic Revelation
That Imagination Passed
Down Interstellar Highways
Along Sidewalks Lit By Stars
Was It My Imagination
That Air-brushed The Face
From Mars

You'll See Comets As They Fade
Into Smiles On Familiar Faces
You'll See Things In A Different Light
And Visit Various Places
In The Avenues Of Memories
In The Aura Of Your Home
When You Walk Into Your Mind
When You Roll Away The Stone

There Are Trips To Be Made
Whilst Yesterday Remains
To While Away The Hours
To Wash Away The Stains
To Confine The Scent Of A
Flower
In The Form Of A Bud
To The Depth Of The Water
Till After The Flood.

There Is A Tipping Point
Between Life And Death
Silent Screams & Decaying
Breath
Its Creeping Webs Of Endless
Seams
Have Corridors That Empty
Dreams.

Through The Leaves
The Sun Allows
Golden Shreads Across
Her Boughs
While Around Her Roots
Where Nectar Reigns
There's Jam On Tap
From Marmalade Veins

In A Thoughtless Misplaced Dream
In A Stare Without A Theme
Hours Spent Under Monochrome
Skies
Numbed Senses And Grey Stained
Eyes
Hear The Wind Whisper Of A Coup
Then The Sky Peels Back
And My Eyes Turn Blue

Under Rings And Crescent
Meandering Down Stream
Through The Land Of My
Fathers
That Once Carried Their
Dreams
To The Wider Reaches Of
Silty Gravel Plains
That Are Fed And Washed
By Cambrian Rains
Here High Vertical Sandbanks
Crisis Cross The Valley Floors
Allowing The Wye To Empty
Onto English Shores

One Of The Most Scenic Rivers In The UK