The Darkness of Night

In the darkness of night,

One had lost sight,

There was no light,

That is where a path was found,

For trust,

On a path unknown,

Taken with the blind foot steps,

Forward one goes.....

Following A Path

Do you follow the path,

Of the one that leads,

To see them trip and fall,

To laugh and mock,

As they rise from the floor,

The ground they have risen from before,

To look in awe,

For the internal strength,

To heal and ignore,

Scars earned over time,

Visible from the falls before,

As they dust themselves off,

To press forward,

On a path,

Guided by light,

That shows at the break of dawn,

Unbreakable in nature,

An inspiration to us all.....

The Morning Sun

To rise with the morning sun,

This new day has begun,

The glow brings a smile to a face,

Survived the night,

To the light of a day,

A shadow is born,

One is not alone,

To walk beside you,

On the path one takes,

A friend for life,

All the way,

The one who hides in the darkness of night,

But the first to appear when there is light.....

 

Totnes Sunrise

The Moon is Full The Lion Is Roaring

A heart is beating,

The moon is full,

Blood is pumping,

Adrenaline fuelled,

The Lion is roaring,

In search for you.....

The Flowing Pen

The pen is flowing,

Words expressed,

Finds a page,

For those to read,

Some to digest,

That Path Unknown

To be on that path,

The wind is howling,

Biting the flesh,

Like the hounds of hell,

The courage to face the fear,

To press forward through the storm,

On the path unknown,

Trusting in inner strength,

Strength to pass the test,

Until you find some shelter,

That is where to rest a burdened head,

To take some time,

Until the new dawn,

When the storm has gone,

With a new day born.....

Twisted Face

Rising Sun

To wake with the rising sun,

That guiding light,

A new morning has begun,

The warmth of the glow,

It warms a soul,

As one prepares for the show,

For the first act,

Is that first foot step,

Then the chapter grows,

For as an hour goes by,

A page is turned,

With the memories that are made,

For one has travelled on the path,

That leads us to midday,

As the story of the show,

Continues throughout the day,

Until the curtains are drawn,

Then in the dreams one rehearses the lines for the next day....