As The Pendulum Swings

Dreaming that one,

Could control,

The hands,

On the clock,

Fighting with time,

To slow the momentum,

Of the tick-tock,

As the pendulum swings,

Slicing through the vision,

As one watches,

Unsure of how long,

One has got ...........

The Yew Tree

To walk backwards on a path,

Not a path travelled before,

Around a Yew tree,

Seven times no more,

A tale of myth and lore,

To stand in awe,

Under the branches of the tree,

Where grave stones stand at angles,

Of those that passed before,

A whispered wish,

Cast to be free,

For in life on one's path,

What will be,

Will be,

To then find a Rose,

Upon a seat,

Colourful,

Beautiful and free........

 

Numbed

To follow that path,

It led nowhere,

But gave the distance,

The time,

Those feelings,

Numbed,

In silence,

Words where heard,

Lost,

A learning curve,

Watching,

Listening,

Pending,

A new beginning..........

Ink It Bleeds

The words are flowing from the thoughts,

Created by the heart,

As the pulse of a beat,

The ink it bleeds,

Upon a sheet,

Words tattooed,

On that page,

Emotions captured,

For an age,

Of a path travelled so far,

A path alone,

A path that is shared,

The path travelled that leads nowhere,

Everyday a path is chosen,

With a rising sun,

A foot path is taken,

With a new journey taken.....