The blossoms fall like snowflakes

You are blind, but I can see,and I describe to you the beauty of it all.The butterflies of many colours,that flutter around us there,to the little birds,whose song you can only hear.We walk that wall everyday,and always there is something new.I wish and pray that some day;you will see the beauty that I do.

with a sweet sensationas I lay on my bed.They waft through the windowby a cool summer breezeas I lay is soft perfusionwhile around my lightmoths begin to play.My eyes are heavyas sweet dreams call,swirling around my headwhile with my dream lovermy heart begins to fall.The stars embedded in the night skylike thousands of jewelsresting gently…

I remember growing uphow lonely it could be at times.Others went to partiesthat I never got an invitation to.Even as I got older,the invitations were never there.I always went out on my ownand watched from a distance at others having fun.Sometimes I could feel the tears welling up insideat being on my own especially at…

and you are plunged into darkness.The time is 11 o’clock at night,the curtains are pulled,and there is not a glimmer of light.You fumble around in the darknessknocking ornaments off the shelf,tripping over your petsas they snooze on the floorwhile you search franticlyfor a light of any sort.You find a candle and lit it,then give a…

pushing you in directionsyou do not want to go.If you go against it,then its one-step forwardsand two steps back.Walking with it behind you,next minute your in a run.Your hair goes in all directions,having a life of its own.You hold onto something solidin case you take off into the airand you feel totally and utterlywindswept.(8 July…

that speaks volumes to us.Yet other music we cannot stand,voices of a different generationspeaking words we cannot understand.Each of us enjoy music,but only from a generationwe have become accustom to,everything else we turn away frombecause we fail to understandthe sounds behind it all.11 October 2014