A Heart in Their Hands

A Lover holds a heart in their hands,

Cares for it over time.

Feeds it with loving devotion,

Divine connection is born,

Soul mate union,

Twin flame attraction,

To last to the end of time.

Navigating River

The river navigating its course,

Waterfalls descending,

Flowing on earth as a natural source,

Flowing fast then flowing slows,

An eddy here and there,

Meandering this way then that,

Creating a riverine in the landscape,

A place to be to relax and unwind,

Meditating by the banks of a river,

Beside Mother Nature bathing in the pools,

River Avon Devon

A stranger To My Eyes

 Until the dawn of time,

 The night will pass in my mind,

 Visions in my sleep will awaken dreams from the deep,

 To transfer me to a different realm,

 Another dimension in another world,

 Things I see are hard to believe,

 Looking through the windows of mine,

 For an image in the mirror is a stranger to these eyes,

Sunrise

Tranquillity of Mother Nature

Branches forming a canopy over me,

Protecting me from the downpour by an umbrella of leaves,

A musical sound as the rain is beating down drumming on the leaves,

A medicating sound,

With a wind section orchestrated by the movement of trees assisted by a gentle breeze,

Tranquillity of Mother Nature coming over me, 

A chorus of birds can be heard invisible to the eyes,

The woodland floor a carpet of blue as I walk on a track I never knew.

 

Swimming in Eyes of Blue

Swimming in eyes of blue,

A rarity it is true,

To fall in deep dreams with you,

Like a whirlpool to your mind I dive,

Pulling in a love from the Divine,

Enchanted and swimming blind,

Drifting through the lakes of your mind,

Sharing in the love of life,

The Barriers after the Pain

The barriers after the pain,

Built to contain the rain,

An energy source released through a duct,

A release of a sort when it is not,

For emotions do need to flow,

For if held back it will surely blow,

When memories are triggered,

By a song,

A rainy day it is,

Tear stain scars will flow,

Feeding the rivers from the rain,

 

Woodland in May

Mother Nature's healing way, 

On a cloudy rainy day,

In an ancient wood, 

Where the bluebells grow,

On Sunday in the month of May,

A cuckoo singing along the path, 

With blackbirds as the chorus verse,

The stroll through a grounded path,

With a woodland scent filling the air,

For there is nothing more healthier, 

Than to be outside in the fresh air,

 

  

Woodland in May