Angel of my dreams,
We will meet again,
Where flows the clear stream,
And where falls the rain.
I looked down from my window,
In amazement I held my breath;
There I saw walking below,
Was you in your attire best.

I saw you last night,
Walking as in a dream,
In the bright moonlight,
Beautiful to the brim.
Your dress I could recognise
Even amongst a thousand.
My life would I sacrifice,
For your love in return.

What a blessing - to see you,
Your graceful figure,
Glistening like morning dew,
Blends in with nature.
I can recognise you,
Amongst a thousand,
No one is like you,
None has your fragrance!

I am a little superpower:
Small but strong,
Tough like Kong;
I double triple by the hour.
Breathe me in, while I float about...
Seriously, I can wipe you out!

For a few weeks there is now a lock-down:
In my dreams I am wand'rin 'round the town,
Visiting places I've not seen before,
Now that I am behind a bolted-door.
To every beauty spot my mind will float,
Oft-times in my imaginary boat.
Where'er I go is colourful and bright -
My mind's eye has given me supersight.

"Just one tick to the grave",
Says the heart to the head.
"You must be very brave
As you lay on your bed.
Wait for the end to come
When you have had enough.
Feel not any alarm -
Laugh out loud, call its bluff.
The night will soon be gone -
The sun again will rise.
When the heart feels reborn,
The earth is paradise".

In times of yore to this modern day
Men of all ages have in their way
Sought to do right, but excelled in wrong
My youthful friends, give ear to my song.

Saint William Blake, Muses’ poet-child,
Shelley Bysshe, Muses’ poet-wild -
Keats and others many more like them
Left for heaven when by earth condemn’d.
They in lifetime were out-casts part time;
Their works, since their deaths, were thought sublime.
Had but Shelley’s muse foreseen that morn,
He would have laughed and held earth in scorn!
Did earth find itself a pure lily,
Scornful of them in their poverty,
To see their faults and not their merits?
Faults they had but from earth inherit’d!

All meet on earth, good men and evil –
Here doth meet two, Christ and the Devil!
Here are many men true and divine
But more wicked men, with them combined
To fill this earth, on this earth aspread!
Here doth meet the evil and god-head!
Heaven and hell thus on earth doth mix –
Until God doth put a deep betwixt.

If you are a shooting star
On which you wish from afar,
You'll grant all your wishes true;
Every thought returns to you.
Remember that soon or late,
You are Master of your fate...
Like a "matching game" you play,
Each "move" goes part of the way
To "Victory", or"Try again"...
Life is fraught with joy and pain!
Nought done is ever in vain...
Tho' you creak under the strain!
Nought is ever forgotten...
All regrets are forgiven.

The source from whence we came
The whole, the blind and lame
(No need to cast the blame!)
The source is but the same
The source without a Name!

Together we are whole:
Some are young, some are old,
Some are hot, some are cold,
Some are fast, some are slow,
Some cowardly, some bold.

Of nature we are part -
Of one Mind, of one Heart!
It can't stop...It didn't start...
What didn't come, can't depart!
Life is both science and art.