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.....

 

The Golden Beach

The path it led to a golden beach,

Rich it was under one's feet,

To walk along the golden shore,

Rich in shells,

Washed ashore,

There one sat,

Counting the waves,

The day it went,

As the waves kissed the shore,

Ten thousand or more did one count,

Before the day was no more,

As the Sun went down......

Corbyn Head Torquay 

The Chapter's End

A page it was turned,

To a chapter's end,

No other words,

Inscribed upon that page,

The actor numbed,

Static up on the stage,

Stood on show,

For all to see,

Waiting for lines,

A script to read,

Paused in action,

While others are free,

Frozen in time,

Waiting for a new chapter,

To begin,

As the hands,

They move to a seconds beat,

The time it passes,

A day,

A week,

There on stage,

One on show,

Patiently,

The actor waits.............

Emotional Fall

The emotions fell,

Like a waterfall,

Diving into a pond,

Where memories stirred,

By the current,

For agitated visions,

Rose from depth,

Of the times and places,

Where one drowns in regret.......

Water Lilly on a Pond

 

Behind The Curtains

Behind the curtains,

One practices ones lines,

For entering the stage of the day,

All ways on time,

Under the rays,

In the spot light one bathed,

But behind the smile,

A heart is breaking,

Of an immortal soul,

With open scars,

That don't seam to heal,

Forever weeping,

As a jester,

One plays one part,

As the matinee of the day ends,

One takes a bow,

As the curtains draw,

One prepares,

Prepares for tomorrow,

With an open heart........ 

A Rhythm It Sings

The beats of the heart,

A rhythm it sings,

Pumping faster when one speaks your name,

Cupids arrow hits a mark,

In the centre of a heart,

A lovers eyes make it weak,

For singing in tune,

Another rhythm is heard,

As it sings,

Answering a song, 

With the same lyrics it has heard,

In harmony the romance begins,

Rolling Clouds

Rolling clouds,

Over shades of green,

With multiple colours of heather,

Mixed within,

With rugged rocks,

Forming formations,

Cairns created in the most unusual places,

With standing stones,

Placed in lines and circles,

With sleeping giants,

On top of Tors,

Moorland streams,

Running their courses,

With rambling ponies,

Flocks of sheep,

Herds of cows,

Who just roam around,

That is what Dartmoor is all about.......

Haytor Rock Dartmoor