sometimes we find a small pocket
of happiness that carries us through
until the next one comes along.
Sometimes we find turmoil
of which there is little escape from.
Our direction gets mixed signals there.
The next day
we are back on the road again.
The one leading us
to our final destination
in the future somewhere.
We all need sadness
to show us how good
happiness can really be.
We all need heartaches in love
so we can recognise
the real thing called love
when it comes along.
with rod in hand,and line in water,trying to catch the rainbow,with its pot of gold.His line of silver thread,strung out and invisible,against the water,holds the magic of the world,forgotten by mortal command.Here we see a dragonfly,of rainbow colours glide,inches above the waters,of the silver lake of dreams.
Sometimes they are merely dreams,and are gone when the next morning comes.However there are times when,what we dream about becomes a reality,and we see that just a dream,there before our eyes.At first we cannot believe it,so we take a second look,just to make sure we are not dreaming,and that it is very real.When we find…
to steer them to a friendly port.I need a light to guide me,to her awaiting arms.A guiding light to lead me safely,to her open door.That I may end my search,with love warmth evermore.
ravaged by time.Once it stood proudand lovers gathered there,but now it stands crumpled beyond repairthat love ceases to go there anymoreas it slowly disappears into the dustfrom which it was born.15 September 2008
unless we do somethingabout those dreamsthey will never become reality.We have to work on themevery single minute of the day,for if we don’tthe dreams will disappear away.My advice on dreams isif you want them bad enough,reach out and grasp them,make them become reality.21 February 2008
on a lovely summer’s day;listening to the brief silencewhen the birds have forgotten to singas a slight breeze rufflesleaves of tree and plant alikeas I sit in silence with nature as one.Looking around at the remnantsof forgotten days with friends,their laughter still capturedamongst the long discarded things.Days have moved onthrough the passage of time,but some…
