Through the window in the kitchen, I see your face, I see the worry, as you wash the plates. I see the tears you cry over the family meal, the meal that you set upon the table, that never took place, and oh, the journey it was cruel, because the car crash killed those you…
Read MoreThe stars, the sky, and you and I, we while the time away with barely a sigh, for in the company of just you and me, so, the world turns, and what will be will be, for in happiness, we hold each other and smile, and laugh, and as the clouds under the stars do…
Read MoreIn this world, I have seen the future, and we will be amongst the stars, because if we do not destroy the planet, or ourselves, I am sure the sun will oblige, without having to ask, and when it does, we can only hope to be, far away from here, and in our spacecraft, though…
Read MoreThe door, it stands there, but where does it go? Because in its blue it is what it is, but there are no visitors, and it is just a door frame, in front of the mountains amidst the snow, and if you hide a mountain, behind the door, it will always be there, waiting to…
Read MoreThere is no tomorrow like today, but what of yesterday, did it suit you, following the sad news, and what of the words they said, today, was it with a lightness of touch, sprinkled over the flowers, upon the coffin in the grave, and as the vicar held the service, and the Earth was cast…
Read MoreThere is a time to forget, and there is a time, to walk on into the sun, for what has been, any memory cannot always be overcome, so, block it off, and be at peace, and compartmentalize, any negative memories, for you have the time, and the capability, to keep it behind a wall, and…
Read MoreThere is a table and a chair, there is a conversation with oneself, that hangs loftily in the air, for it is of the day, and the possibilities, but where the day will take you, who knows where, because if you have a good heart, and an open mind, you are open to all possibilities,…
Read MoreThere you stand in all your glory, the Taj Mahal, for of beauty, and love you tell such a great story, for what a great work of art has been created, and with such craftsmanship, and dedication to love, for you are built so proudly, and with so much skill, yes, what a wonder it…
Read MoreSunshine upon the coast, is better than a winter’s discontent of grey, and whence its raindrops fall upon the water, you could sail a million boats, and the rain, could sink them all straight away, yet I prefer the bluest of skies any day. Alas, those grey wispy ghosts, but to the blue sky, I…
Read MoreSunshine across the clothes of someone departed, though the memories are there, the tears well up, and they are never gone, but we remember them, and we try to carry on, for with memories of them in our hearts, we hope that we will meet them again, in such a warm embrace, o the sound…
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