I could carve your name into a tree
Or send you a bottled message by sea
I could display your name way up high
By aeroplane up in the sky

I could leave a love note at the end of the bed
Or a telephone answer machine message instead
I could sing you a love song
That simply says
The words


I love you

There's so many ways ....

As scattered leaves fall to the ground
Time
Echoes
Loud
Through silenced sound

No words are uttered nor required
No sound nor feeling leaves us inspired
No sight more captivating
No ryhmme or reason
Touches the soul
As  natures changing Season

Time slowly measured by each falling leave
As we embrace  the change in the air we  now breathe
So much long gone
In our haunted past
Measured temporarily
Nothing meant to last

All but an illusion
Our lives built on forever

Turning our backs
On the truth
Of never..........

People speak through colours
But they don't realise
Sometimes they hide behind them
Their a reflection of the eyes

Colours are a language
That each of us convey
A way we all communicate
In a subtle kind of way

When we choose  the colour yellow
Our child within seeks fun
The heart feels warm and gentle
Radiant like the sun

White displays purity
A need to start a new
A calmness found
Security sought
When we choose the colour blue

Red speaks of a confidence
Of one who likes to dance
One who dares
One who dreams
Of beauty and romance

Green it tells a story
Of one who's brave and bold
Not afraid to speak their mind
But doesn't like being told

Orange speaks of someone
Full of energy and zest
One who likes to sing out loud
And always does their best

Purple wearers like the peace
Of quiet natures sound
They are not ones to meddle
Their feet firmly on the ground

Pink reflects a gentleness
A reluctance to fight
Preferring nothing heavy
Keeping all things light

Black ~beige and grey
All neutral
Speak of those in the background
they'd rather be spectators
Of others all around

My aim when writing this poem
Was Simply to amuse
But has it got you thinking
About the colours
That you choose?

All that man has ever thought
Or what he'll ever be
Transpires through
Documentation
Written
Throughout
History


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Books  they are the legacies
Left to  all mankind
Past from generation
To the  next one left behind
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They are the wisest of all counsellors
The quietest of friends
The most patient of teachers
On whom one can depend
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No  comparison
To mans inventions
Regardless of the toil
it took
Even  our  creator
Left his words

Within a book.........

A shadows cast upon me
Escape  cannot be found
Haunting memories of love
Echoes loud in silent sound

I close my eyes to sleep
But your smile
haunts my mind
No peace within
No rest awaits
Escape I cannot find

A shadows cast upon me
How do I separate you
From me
My heart is bound
Not free but locked
It's you
Who holds the key

Your presence saturates my life
Seeps through each and every sense
Overpowering my identity
Still feel you
It's intense
Burdened by activity
Of recordings of the mind
A shadows cast upon me
Escape I cannot find

One glance
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One touch
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My heart sings
Protecting
With love
Like Angels

;( WINGS );

The poet is the artist
Who illustrates what others feel
He paints  his words
On canvas
For the audience
To reveal