I feel the presence
Of a spiritual being
Maybe an angel
Is that what I’m seeking

A smell of perfume
And a gentle gust of cold air
Standing up are goosebumps and
On my arms, my hair

I know he or she means no harm
May be someone close to me
Because I feel so calm
Who or what could it be?

It’s hard
When we’re apart
Our souls are as one
youre always in my heart
You keep me going
When life is slowing
But when you’re no there
I worry because I care
Leaving you alone
Only talking on the phone
One day I’ll retire
And we can be together

From pink to purple to blue
To green to red
The little lights are a delight
Flashing on and off
Just those little lights
Brighten up our dark dark nights!

I hear your echos on the wind
sweet whisper in the air
The gentle touch sorrow’s pine
a longing to ensnare

Near slumber, my dreams of you
perhaps something you should know
I dream in vivid colors of multi hue
and relish in your glow

Sometimes I hear your laughter
or way you love to tease
or taunt me like the surging
of a deep and watery sea

Images float of mind on seashores
with sand beneath our feet
Or I’m lost within a daydream
in the bend and flow of wheat

And when I’m lost in passion
with my heart or soul exposed
where kisses float like butterflies
or blown petals of a rose

I dream a dream of you
enraptured by your hues
And hope to meet you there
when you are dreaming too

What am I?
never mind
I've no name

you do not see my face
a nobody of the human race

yet I breathe and move
invisible in every place

I have life
am never static
though to no abode
do I stick


I drift and I wander
in infinite space


I am change
constant flux
transformation
a crossover from yesterday
a moment in time's spectrum
a bridge to future's way

whether night or day
in silence you can feel me
in the smile of the child
the warmth of the mother
holding her tiny one
the  kind stretching hand
reaching out to the destitute
the lonely, the desolate
the marginalised
the forgotten women and men

the stars and the moon
they keep me company

like all of you
sadness moves me
to tears-
mankind lives
in melancholy

at the deepest hour of night
when gentle breezes distil the air
you would find my whisper there

That grey sky
Oh my oh my
Could mean rain
Not rain again
There were  puddles this morning
When the day was dawning
Everything was wet wet wet
But that’s what you get
When the rough weather is here
It’s that time of year
When the leaves have fallen
And the trees are becoming bare
The wind is howling
The temperature has dropped
Oh my goodness it’s winter
Already I am quite shocked!