Autumn..

Sigh no more,

For Autumn breathes it’s own sigh of relief in

Gently

            Falling

                           Leaves

The Path

The path of least resistance,

The road less travelled,

Is not the one I chose.

I have seen mysteries unravelled,

I’ve aged beyond my years.

And falling in and out of love

Has almost drained my soul.

I’ve reached to the Heavens above,

But never reached my goal.

And how is time to treat me now,

Is it to be my only friend,

Or make us enemies somehow?

In this purse there’s nothing left to spend.

So much time to waste, none to keep.

Each dream left behind in time

To find it’s own place to sleep.

And not to wake, lost forever,

My dreams do not my future shape.

And yet my past does not lie there,

My dreams, my past, no future makes.

Summer

It must be Summer, it’s raining again.

Broken umbrellas,

Flowery patterns,

Spots and stripes.

Huge golfing umbrellas,

Bright colours

Dull.

Rain hats and plastic macs.

.

It must be summer, everyone is rude.

In a hurry and impatient.

No time to get everything

Done.

.

Seems no-one likes the rain.

Pitter patter,

Down it comes.

.

It must be summer, already it’s here.

And I enjoy the fresh droplets

Falling on my face.

And again I am

Alone.

.

Nothing changes.

The Call

Hello.

It’s only me. How are you?

I know it’s early, sorry.

I had a terrible night,

Hardly slept.

It would have been better if you were here.

.

I miss you.

Do you have to be so far away?

.

Yes.

I know we have talked about this before, but,

So far?

Somewhere

Raindrops gather on the surface of the water,

Ripples created at the dawn of time

Circle ever outwards to the edge of the moonlit pool.

Dreaming wistfully takes me away

To a place where dreams become reality,

Reality a fragmented, vanishing dream.

Present becomes past and dreams are truth,

What was once hop lives here, lives now.

The wind hums an eerie tune to near silent trees,

Who stand and applaud delicately.

I Am

I am the dappled light that weaves through tree-tops,

Falling on the ground as golden pennies lie

Gleaming on the pathway of life.

I am the velvet night which, like a hooded cloak

Draws in close, to hide the world from view,

Sneaking through the undergrowth, collecting pennies.

I am the pearly moon who shyly glides

Across the mist shrouded skies.

Paling all that bathes beneath her shimmering gown.

I am the diamond stars of every night,

Embroidered onto cloth as black as pitch.

Waiting, waiting for dawn’s light to gather up once more.

I am your past, your present, your future,

Though a mask hides me from your sight.

I am everywhere you are,

Everyone you meet.

I am everything you do, just to be with you.

You know I am in your heart.

“Yes!” you cried, and said “farewell.”, but never goodbye.

Goodbye

The golden band wraps tightly round my finger,

Trapping my heart inside.

You lie beneath my feet, walk with Spirits,

Call my name with gentle breath.

The wind whispers silences to bind me further

To your love. To my past.

Why do you still call me? Why hold on so tight?

It has been five years, time to let go.

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I have brought someone to see you, please be kind,

He makes me laugh inside.

I want to be happy, will you let me live?

My love for you will never die,

Even as I remove the band of gold. We survive.

I need to say goodbye, now is the time.

I may not visit so often, but I will come.

I will not forget you. I love you.

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Goodbye.