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
Snowflakes PoemSweet, little snowflakes fluttering to the ground,As silents as a flower blooms; falling without a sound.Sweet, little snowflakes, as white as a pearl,Delicate design it has with points, edges and swirls. Sweet, little snowflakes, flowing in the breezeBeautiful as diamonds, falling with ease.Sweet, little snowflakes, farewell I must say,Thank you, thank you, for the wonderful snow day.
Stilted PathwayBy the blue lagoon watersa stilted pathway is spiedmeandering in its waylike a stumbling drunkardon his journey homeacross this serene bayIn these turquoise waterseach wooden post sunk deepholding firm against the tideand steadfast in its pathdamp under our feetdrawing us to the far side.Seeing these tree postslike fossels from the paststanding proud of the surfaceenabling us to venturesafely across the baythere's mystery in the place© Lissie Bull 2014
Ocean SongIf I was an ocean tideWould I throw myself to the windPushing sea shells to shoreAnd receding back againWould I taste the bitter saltOf a passing ocean breezeClouds drifting overWaving palm tree leavesWould I dance to the pullOf a distant waning moonCrash against the rocksBuilt beside cascading sandy dunesWould I gaze at blue skiesWaiting for the rain to comeReturning every dropEvaporated from the sunWould I dream of soft white beachesReaching to feel their calmDestined to remain in motionForever rising just to fallAnd would I want to singMy endless ocean songVoiceless but a whisperOf the waves rolling on and on
WinterFreezing cold,All is white.Wind is howling,Snowing all night.Chills come and go,With the weather we fight.Warmth we need,Fires we ignite.
The Forest PhoenixSwirling crimson light is spreadFrom a raging beast like fur it’s shedThis violent brute as old as timeYet as young as every child’s crimeIts speed is like the very breezeAs across the forest floor it glidesAway in terror every fauna fleesLest its caress savage their valued hidesBut such a fury never comes from naughtIn ones carelessness another’s death is soughtA spark was dropped and left to breedAnd so this god called fire was freedLuckily for the new-born deadEven good may come from blightThough the land may seem charred and redFrom this cold darkness comes new lightAncient behemoths that once ruled the skyNow as ashes in the soil lieThat which was caged has broke its doorAs this new iridescence shines upon the forest floorGentle sprouts once repressedNow may grow and pierce the skyThough some have found their final restOthers have been left to fly
Raindrops and HailstonesRainWet, hazyDrizzling, pouring, splashingTears bring a flood, diamonds draw bloodPelting, crackling, shatteringSmooth, jaggedHail
Winter MorningГреет солнцем яркимЗимний день с утра.Скоро грёз подаркиПринесёт весна.Снова на деревьяхРасцветут цветы;Возродятся, верь мне,Девичьи мечты!
The WolfA starlit skyA pale white glowAn owl's cryMoonlight on snow.A flowing streamA grove of treesA restless dreamDrifts on the breeze.A few claw marksUpon the groundLeft in the darkWithout a sound.The scent of fearA pounding heartThe prey draws near-Now the hunt starts.
Fire Fire Warm, cozy Burning, crackling, dancing Bright, beautiful, hot, indiscriminate Breathing, destroying, creating Ashen, new Life
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