I feel inspired when I read your poems
When I look outside
Or see the ocean
When my dog glares in to my eyes with love
And the other waits insistently for a fuss
When I rescue the bumble bee from the conservatory
And place him back on a blossoming tree
When the sun is shining down on me
And we hold hands
Reminiscing of those golden sands
Dreaming of adventure in foreign lands
I feel inspired from wise old words
Of Rumi, Dalai Lama and Shakespeare's verse
At times my sensitivity is a curse
It pains me to see suffering
My innocence diminishing
I can't harden to the harshness of a gluttonous world
Prioritised by numbers, income and yield
They say eyes are windows to the soul
The rest just shell and beating heart
My view from here is pretty **** smart
Life's to short to not get lost in art
Don't dwell in past pains and misery
When there's a great big beautiful world to see