I Miss YouIt's horrible to say thatMy only way of expressing myselfIs toSing or to writeSongs which seem to have no meaning forYouOr me because history reads there is noUs
Through Your EyesIt was through your eyes that I was able to see,The dark, the light, the grey in-between.Although you only see in black and white,I know that your heart and mind are set right.You wish to run, to explore the world,But without us to return to, in a ball you are curled.Without your ever joyful presence I fear,That I will be losing something very dear:A soul that knows no evil,A mind ever eager,A tail which is never motionless,A friend, who is always there.When I speak my fears aloud,By you, my mind unclouded.So never run away,Don't leave me here astray.
Spring has sprungScent of flowers everywhereOne cannot help but stareFor the beauty surrounds us soAs another season comes and goesTightly coiled for so longBut here we areSpring has sprung
The StormI can hear it’s roar off in the distance,it whispers, a soft sound, too faint to hear,the words are a mumble, a rumbleso I wait, as it begins to near.As the clouds darken,and lightning flashes bright,thunder rumbles loud and clear.The sky turns black as night,I can sense it’s pain,as it’s tears slowly fall upon my face.They fall like waves from the sky,sunlight vanishes without a trace,the words are still a mumble,but they are loud enough for me to hear.I sit upon the grass to listen,the words whispering in my ear,I close my eyes as I hear the words,as lightning flashes through the sky.Illuminating the world around meI understand the reasons why.It rumbles and roars and lashes outangry that you just won’t see,the freedom in a perfect storm,and all it's glorious beauty.Time goes by, and storm clouds fade,as morning comes along.I sit and wait for one more stormnow knowing I belong.Jeremy BrewerCo-author KML92 at https://www.fictionpres
Four Times A YearSeasons changeFour times a yearSome bringing joyOthers tearsBut whilst the wind may turn to rainThe colours of Autumn are here once again