The Flow of The Letters

As dreams were captured on reams, 

Wishes written with an emotional hand,

As the flow of letters formed the words,

Acting as the hands of time.....

One's Dreams

To dance on the path,

At the midnight hour,

Illuminated by the lunar rays,

That travelled so far,

As one danced towards the dawn,

A start of a new day,

For every step forward,

Was to a rhythm of a beat,

That quickened the pace,

Of those footsteps,

That led a direction,

Created by one's dreams,

The Ocean Tide

To sit and watch the ocean tide,

Kiss the rocks,

At the dawn of the day, 

The beginning of the start,

Sound of the waves,

Crashing and splashing,

In rhythm with the beat of a clock,

As the second hand moves,

Movement propelled,

The minutes in the hour,

As the tide lowered,

The tears dropped,

Off the faces of the rocks.........

Meadfoot Beach

The Darkness

Darkness came,

The stars they shone,

High in the sky,

They caught the readers eye,

Of dreams and their predictions,

For written destiny's shining bright,

Brings hope from sorrow,

Of a journey of life,

For every star sign,

Has a constellation,

Of Fire and Air,

Of Earth and Water,

Born to one is a Father or Mother,

Also a Son or a Daughter ............

The Sea Tide

The sea,

It rose with the tide,

The Sun was high in the sky,

The sea,

It lowered as the day came to and end,

With only foot prints left in the sand......

Sand Art Torquay

Control

The hands controlled the time,

But the time controlled the tempo of the 

movement....

Skeleton in a Coffin

Sky Full of Stars

People come,

Then some go,

One chose,

A head full of dreams,

A path of adventure,

Memories are made,

Through the garden of Eden,

The grass is green,

From the teardrops,

That flow,

Through the valley,

Over bridges that get burned,

In search of paradise,

Where one will lay,

To stare at a sky full of stars......