A room full of arty types

It sang for blue skiesfor within to fly.It sang out its messageat the first raysof the dawning day.It also sang for peace and lovewithin a world filled with unrest.It sang a joyous messagefor all those who wanted to hearthat little songbirdthat sang in a treetop high.13 January 2008

searching for precious momentsthat were left behindand now lie hidden in our memories.Those times when life propelled itselfin spurts of our endeavours,but always left some precious momentsbehind out of our lives.Like Icarus, we flew too highfor our own self-importanceleaving behind a yearningfor something we had,but foolishly left so far behind.Now to relive themwe search the…

into mountainsthat are not easy to climb.The more we try to climb them,the taller the mountains get.Soon our strengthwill give outand we will be buriedunder regret.14 March 2008

and lovers slip awayto their hideaways.The stars twinkle brightplaying peek-a-boo with the moonand not a stirring word is heard,except the gentle sighthat inherits the breezethat faintly rustles the leaveson a warm summer eveningjust before darkness calls.The world sings a hushaby melodyto children tucked in their bedwaiting for the sandman to calland for a few minutes,everything…

whenever material thingsare too expensive or out of reachand catches the eye.If they died for these thingshow much would they enjoy them?They would be dead before they get them.Now if we were going to put your lifeon the line for something,lets make it tangible real and alive,not something that we can replacetomorrow or at any…

so we could talk againto our loved ones and friendswhen the lonely hours callfrom dusk to dawning light,telling them how we are getting onnow they are no longer around.I wish there wasa telephone line to heavenso we could hear againthe voices that brought us pleasurethrough the passing years,talk to those again thosewho dried our eyesand…