Quiet windows and closed doors Quiet stairways, empty floors Still the ghosts of past memories flow Empty cupboards remember when Darling child’s laughter’s spin Those days may never come ever again Cold outside the snowflakes fall Empty rooms and empty halls Lonely without heart and home so dear Still to find the new green grass…… Continue reading Empty
Category: Poetry
Still the ball rolls
It has no sides nor top It rolls but does not stop Till life and love is past Then we all take a glass To souls both young and old To the brilliant and the bold To the famed and the forlorn The ones held up to scorn Sad mockery is made Loved once and…… Continue reading Still the ball rolls
The wall still stands
By the door The wall stands Covered with the grit and soil of many a harsh day It holds back fear and joy alike, Coated in the dust of a thousand raging storms. The wall stands With the streaks of thousands of tears inspired by fears and loneliness. What will it take to bring down…… Continue reading The wall still stands
Bittersweet
A long draft of drink she took To slake a thirst gone on too long A journey far to lands so fair Her new home to gaze upon She thought of how the journey went Those left behind in towns they past Her own true lover false did prove Lost in the distance now at…… Continue reading Bittersweet
For my Lion
When I’m filled with doubt and fear, My loved ones gather far and near, A soft tune they start to sing, And in my ears it rings To me it makes a loving sound, It starts right there beside the ground, Rumbles through my weary feet, Legs and calfs all still lie neet Then rests…… Continue reading For my Lion
At the end of my days
All things come to an end The mayfly’s dance so short and sweet The slow existence of a star for whom we exist in the fraction of the atom’s face Seeing god’s glory We leave this world alone as we came in, Perhaps a little heavier with the memories we have accumulated Perhaps a little…… Continue reading At the end of my days
Quenched
Iron, red hot in stoked flames, readied for the master’s hammer there, on the anvil placed with care, for to form the soul fire blade, to slay the dragons of my heart Heavy rain the blows that fall, Wide the arm that wields the hammer, Wet with sweat the great man roars Oversees the cooling…… Continue reading Quenched
Bygone Days
Oh when I think of bygone days, When I wander in the haze, Of thoughts that lead me through byways, Tis then I think of bygone days In bygone days my love did laugh, Sweet we did tumble on the grass, Uncaring both we lad and lass, In bygone days a lad and lass Short…… Continue reading Bygone Days
Following the Rail
there, do you see? just around the bend, the place it used to be? a place, the marker there, when you were ten, played with friends, found love and conquered care the tracks, we roll along, beyond each bend, new worlds of friends like mushrooms come then gone, we think the tracks go on,…… Continue reading Following the Rail
Cracks
the marble walls, once so firm, have shifted out of place and tilted lack of care no further grace no hand to plumb the once smooth face has drifted once a temple held together four strong walls against all weather cracks they do appear between the mortar and the stone now in age weathered walls…… Continue reading Cracks
My Gifted Life 