From nowhere

Like motes in the air

Notes begin to appear

Ethereal to the eye

Soft as the sigh

Of breath upon your face

Gliding over your senses

You feel their touch

Origin unknown.

Whether a force of rage

Or state of grace

For a time

You each occupy the same space.

Words can touch your heart

Or destroy your soul,

Obliterate your being

Or leave you whole,

And though the author

You cannot see

You get to know them intimately.

Though the origin of the author

Is often unknown

When words are shared

Your not alone.

I stand before you

Bare, bold, naked

To hold a mirror

Against your hatred

i'm strangely uncommitted
my voice is heard
by selective ears
any embrace i seek
must go through extensive
tests and research
i cannot give my heart
for it's under lock and key
and the key has long disappeared
i'm saddened by loneliness
a loneliness i've initiated
and the deadened feelings i've felt
offer me no comfort
this dire existence
leaves me incapable of love
but the yearning i feel
will never leave me.

The first day I had a crush.
I asked you to the dance and you said yes.
We danced so awkwardly and far apart.
Hardly talked the whole night.
And what we did say was full of nervousness.
Then next day we were together.
Well you asked the night before,
But I didn't answer you right then.
"So is this gonna be a thing?"
Seven words that would start a life time.
Then we were in love.
Like no love I had ever felt before.
I wanted to be around you 24/7.
I'd miss you when we were apart.
We had planned our future together.
Soon we had fallen apart.
Six months seemed so short.
Plans for our future,
Were no longer for us.
They were for you. And for me.
The memories of us became torture.
I cried countless times.
Now we aren't we.
I am me, and you are you.
That's how it is.
No more tears, no more sadness.
Just memories.
The memories are no longer painful.
They're happy.
You can't stay bitter all you're life.

If I had the time,
I would make a perfect life....

How do we define time....

Is it the tick of the clock
or is it moment to moment....

When the heart is aching,
time seems to slow down.....

When your happy and laughing,
time seems to go very fast....

How does one define perfect....

You could have mad money,
and still be sad....

Yet it's the humble one,
that always stays glad....

Time...
Perfect...

As one they are the value of life....
Perception, reception, direction....

Set your path....

We were the seasons,
and you happen to be the rain,
I happen to be the open leaf on its roots, waiting for you in vain

My umbrella's not broken,
yet I'll shut if off
To feel your moist within my skin,
having you falling so soft
To welcome you within my lips,
within my cheeks,
for I have missed you all
those lonely, summer weeks

We were the the seasons,
and you happen to be the rain,
I'll let you fall,
I'll let you wet my shirt and
leave some stain
As long as you'll let me feel you
You, and your underlying, falling pain.

The  large  Ash  tree  in  my  garden.
I  thought  it  was  dead.
I  told  everyone  it  was  dead.
Now  It's  suddenly  sprang  to  life.
Very  late  though  nearly  end  of  May.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

I've  always  been  a  ladies  man.
I  think  they  are  truly  great.
But  they  always  seem  to  die  on  me.
That  seems  to  be  my  fate.

Their  courage  and  bravery  is  unsurpassed.
Much  stamina  they  have  got.
They  seem . to  accept  things  more  than  men.
And  put  up  with  their  lot.

What  they  lack  in  muscle  power.
His  made  up  with  mental  strength.
To  fight  the  pain  of  childbirth.
They  will  go  to  any  length.

So  don't  knock  them  fellows.
They  will  always  be  there  for  you.
And  if  you  treat  them  properly.
They'll  remain  loving  kind  and  true.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

A  flock  of  wild  geese
have  just  flown  by.

Very  pleasing  
to  the  eye.

I'm  in  the  heart
of  nature  here.

Quite  content
with  little  fear.

Mother  nature  works  away
something  new  turns  up  each  day.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2016.