I walk slowly up the dunes, it's sand still warm from the sun. Empty now there is no one.

calling me closer, the waters edge glowing green. the beach at night is truly a dream

My feet in the sand, i can feel the oceans heart beat, close to the edge now, wet sand on my feet.

Never more at peace then  right now, walking the shoal. ahead in the darkness wanders another lost soul.

Still longing ,still looking for something untold.

Today I met my past ,not the one I created,  but the one in which I was cast

It seemed to have accepted its fate ,to already  realize it was much too late

It no longer held the power over me it once had ,the questions the wondering,  the if only I had.

In the same room the future sat too,
Briefly holding its place with the past But destin to make its own mark at last

It feared moving on ,all on its own. but it had  a story to tell, a tale to be told ,a future upon which the past had no hold.

So as countless times before the past moved  on , to happier days . The future stepped out into the suns rays,Bravely into life, to meet its fate ,its very own past to create.

The wind holds you gently as you glide through the air
Yours eyes focused sharply on the movement down there

Hunting ,circling, lower you go
Your red tail it glistens in the golden sunrise
I watch enamored just mesmerized

Focused deliberate the prey in your sight
It scampers Oblivious of your inbound flight

Your body slowly rotates prepared to attack talons out stretched with wings folded back

My heart beating rapidly anticipating the impact

And then in a instant, in a big puff of fur ,leaves fill the air as your wings stir, up into the air away with your prize

The beauty of nature witnessed at Sunrise

Bill Hamilton

We pass quietly in the dim morning light,a nod of the head and all is right.

Coffee cup in hand and a marked up ***  perhaps in morning briefing you stood right next to me

I didn't recognize your face your name I did not know
But the connection we share most will never know

When they said you didn't make it back today .my heart sank in my chest I prayed for your family ,friends and all the rest .

We know all too well the dangers that we face ,yet we can't keep our self's from coming to this place.

For there's something deep in all of us that binds us to this fate .

  Billl Hamilton

The pines sway gently in the afternoon sea breeze ,
Their limbs stretch upward toward the bright blue sky,
They feel safe under my watchful eye

Oh lord Byron you silly fool ,breaking all society's rules

Women come and women go

But you can't let the words go, they follow you everyday in your mind they run and play

Silly rhymes of love forlorn, men and women you did adore

Your lovely sister ,your true love,who are these people that they  judge

Your exile they say is out of shame,but we both know your not to blame

For we are different a separate lot,we leave our mark, and then we're gone,leaving only our love forlorn

I am building a wall
A thick, stone wall,
I am a man,a mason
Surrounded by walls.

I built them myself,
I was sure they would help,
Those amazing walls.
Sleepless nights I toiled only to awakened my soul soiled.


From the outside it looks grey,dark and dain
Thick colorless stones of pain,
Of no interest, of desolation,
I alone in isolation.
An island ? a paradise?
A prison I say, but the devil you know is a much safer way

But inside, where no one sees
I work tirelessly painting these halls
And those very walls that keep people away,they are lined with the art I create everyday.

The walls are decorated with my paintings of life
The floors made of poems of love and strife.
And from the ceilings hang the lights,the very lights that did once shine so bright


And yet, no one...
No one to share the beauty,
The richness of my inner walls,
The walls I made.....

Bound by my fears ,free to shake the shackles of my self imposed imprisonment.
Yet I carry on in quite desperation. Behind these walls