What would you say
if these were the last
words to pass between
the last moments to share
before everything changed
take these moments with care
for there are things
that we cannot know
precious moments pass quickly
into the memories
of either regrets
or cherished times,
so take the time
bite the tongue
embrace the heart
leave it on a note
that will play
sweetly for many
years to come
for you may not
know this will be…
the end

In the days that tire the bones
the mind looks to escape
step back, breathe slow
observe time pass by

Refocus, delve within
break free in the reflection
reopen your heart
let it guide your sight

Hear the rain fall,
drop by drop
feel the sunshine,
flush of warmth
feel the sand at your feet,
sink them deep
lay still in the gentle embrace,
hug tighter
watch the light rise and fall,
stars sparkle
as the moon illuminates
unwind as the water washes it all away

Give it a moment,
let the tears fall
pick up strength
radiant beauty shines through

My wondrous muse
My wonderful world
You seem distant this time
I scribble in vain
But you do not appear
I feel lost to you
Or perhaps you are to me?
I am pacified with dribble
Distracted by nonsense
I rush to your side
You are gone when I arrive

In this fleeting time
I grapple to find a space
Just one poetic verse
I feel it should be said
I feel it should be done
I feel until I am numb
The words escape again
As despair becomes my companion
Together we march in monotony
I can only be in one place at a time
Still I get caught up in a dream

I sway in the tree of dreams
Far from the ground of harsh realities
This freedom comes to mind
From a view seldom seen today
The peaceful breeze carries me,
away in a daydream
Into a new world of discovery
How refreshing it is to breathe
Deep, with no sense to hurry
The man-made deadline absent
In the nature of time aligned
In space this was created
To set the centre stage alive
This is the place to visit to remind
The mind where it ‘set in motion’
The imaginative exploration for tomorrow

That stone that stopped
The stepping stone
From being thrown
And lay instead
Trying not to sink
Not wanting to go under

Fear of exposure
Has stalled this stone
The lack of motion
Blocking the passage
That passes down
This river of marvels