An Edge of Reason

On the edge,

An edge of reason,

That boundary line,

To a heart is treason,

In a state of control,

To balance on an edge,

As a head is in a spin,

Fate is in the hand that tossed that coin,

If it is tails,

They left again.

Going with the Flow

Floating on the river,

Tears of yesterday,

Going with the flow,

Being swept away,

Staring at the clouds,

Which are fading today,

Looking at the rainbow,

A magical display,

Drifting towards a future,

A future that will unfold,

Heading forward to destiny,

A fortune that was foretold.

Bare Foot

Bare foot on the grass,

Folding the blades as we pass,

Bare foot on sand,

Imprints washed away,

Bare foot in the mud,

Vanishing traces of where we had been,

Bare foot on the stones,

A path of pain,

Bare foot and grounded with nature,

Memories to be made,

As we walk on the paths every day,

The Beat

The sound of guns carried on the chilly air,

The beaters on the ground,

Barking dogs and beating sticks,

The pheasants start to run,

Afraid to take to flight,

A target in the sky,

They might become.

The Beat

The North Wind

The North wind came,

Its winter again,

A chill in the air,

That bitter kiss,

Wind and rain,

Hail and snow,

Through the winter months who will know,

The weather can change as the forecast will show,

Calculating from Afar

To spy from way up high,

Watching from afar,

Looking to see what is moving about,

Observing with a keen eye,

Calculating prior taking flight,

Eagles Eye 

Echo's

The echo's of the rain drops reoccurring in the dreams,

Oh the colour of the rainbows after the storms,

The memory of the first dawn on that new day,

The steps on a new path that lead you away,

The music played on the paths you walked,

That music that helped you along the way.