Hope

Hope 

 

It is not me I see today, 

For I have changed since yesterday, 

Not the person I used to be, 

Now this is what you will see, 

People come and people go but true friends you will know, 

For they will support you to find your feet and be there when you grow weak, 

To shine a light for you to see, 

A guide for you when you stray,  

To help you stand on your feet, 

To give you hope, 

That’s all you need, 

To view life more clearly. 

 

Trusting Faith

Trusting Faith 

 

Single as one can be, 

United are my emotions in solidarity, 

Clear as clarity can be, 

Separated from my distortions, 

Free as liberty could ever be, 

Isolated and alone, 

In truth in tranquillity, 

Floating in limbo uncertain of what will be, 

Guided on my path by Angels, 

Who have an interest in me? 

Faith I have in above, 

To show me the way,  

In which I will trust, 

Free to be me, 

As I head towards my destiny. 

Shed

Shed

Why are you walking in the rain little one?

So no one sees me crying,

Why are you in so much pain?

I cannot find the words to explain,

I know you will not understand,

Why are you so lost?

From betrayal of trust by the one I loved,

Little one listen to me,

If you loved one so,

They let you go and you are hurting so,

Then your love was real,

If you feel this pain never love them again,

To break a trust of a love so true never provide a bridge

to connect to you,

If the grass is greener on the other side then that is where they must reside,

So walk in the rain until the sun returns,

Learn to live again,

For one day love will return,

For someone will see the beauty in you,

River beds will show,

When tears stop to drop,

Tear stained scars will heal where rivers use to flow,

From the source where they were shed.

Colours

Colours 

Blue is the colour of the sky,

A warm global light of orange bright,

Brightens the day,

Grey cotton clouds pass by,

Above the white tipped mountains that I spy,

Forrest green trees gently stir,

Dancing in the air,

The day is a gift not to be missed,

Colour filled fields of shades of green,

Meadows of the brightest yellow I have seen,

A river flows it course under the bridge from it's source.

A memory that shall remain.

Touching a Nerve

Touching a Nerve

If my words touch a nerve,

Then they have been heard,

My pen has done its job,

You have understood,

When I was young I never thought 

this is what I would become, 

A holder of a pen,

My words will flow in the pen I hold,

Until my dying day.

Magic

Magic

If my pen was a wand,

The ink of a magic kind,

What words I would write,

Full of hope for all of mankind.

The Horizon

The Horizon

Standing on the beach,

Seashore at my feet,

Looking at the line of the horizon,

Warm coloured sky,

Clouds in the sky,

The wind in my face,

I listen to the sounds all around,

As the sun goes down,

Completely at peace with my surroundings,

A dividing line between the sea and the sky,

A line so defining,

As day turns to night,

Another day in my life gone by.