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
February 10th 2016 (Winter Still)Waiting for the horizon to burstInto a golden rose riotThat flares across icy landBanishing the night's holdBut bringing no warmthIn winter's depthsIt still holdsDespiteDawn
Forest fairiesThe night covers the woodsWith its black satin skyRiver streams, the moon gleamsCall forth small creatures, shyLike stars sparkle, far awayTheir wings glitter 'mong the mistEmerging from the oldest treesBelieved not to existSneaking by the silver streamDeep in the forest's clutchOnly visible in the placeThat humans left untouched
'Ware The Fae'Ware The FaeTo those who walk the secret places,Open spaces,By the meresThrough shadowed night and mornings brightWhen deft sunlightThrough branches spears,O'er the hills and e'er anonWhen heights are wonAnd clouds enfold,Or diving 'mongst the reefs of goldAnd sights untoldAnd floating there,Who, ming'ling with creatures of oldAnd fishes boldAnd mermaids' hair,Patrol the surf and dunes of sandAlong the strandAnd listenFor the callFrom Neptune's hallWhere the seashells slide and glistenYou who sleep among desert starsWhen camel carsSoftly jingle,Who through the dust and on the prowlWith coyotes' howlDo mingle,To those whose tracks lead ever backTo leafy scenes,In jungles green,And those who cross great grassy plainsWithout trainsor contrails,You who hearken to the Lady's callAnd see it allAnd everThat she unveils for you to share,If finding thereYourself,Then be aware that if you dareIf you use care:You will findThat which ever onward trailsL
ContemplationsMoonlightQuite alone in the dark nightWith the faint sound of whishingThat emanates softly, so softlyAnd curls with a swishingOf tails from theVast rows of treesBut IQuite alone in the dark nightStand and stare at the white lightOf the flickering lamps(Glowing softly, so softly)Leaving bright blossom stampsGainst the wallpaper darkAnd IQuite alone in the dark nightWander close to a dim bridgeWith its webwork of beamsEvery filament glistens(Shining softly, so softly)Crane to them, he who listensHears the night echoes ringSo IQuite alone in the dark nightTraverse forth on my dim bridgeAnd stare at the waves(Flowing softly, so softly)The hills and the cavesOf my watery realmsMy heartQuite alone in the dark nightCatches patterns in silverFrom the moon on the sands(Sparkling softly, so softly)And I trace with my handsThe path I would walkFor IQuite alone in the dark nightLong to wander th
My EnglandI care not for neon lightsor garish 'stylish' clothes t' buy,I only want the sun t' shinein fair o' pleasant England.I care not for new Ipadsor nipping out to take a drag,I only want t' grab a bagand hike in my own England.Plastic smiles and distant hugsI think for now I've had enough,I only want the land I lovethe moors and woods of England.Silver bark and golden leavesBirds sing soar in autumn breeze,I only want the grasses greenin glowing dusk of England.Now I'm old and still I sighat admirals red and foxgloves high.Yes, I feel there's no place likemy homey fields of England.
WolvesThe Howl The NightDid Not OpposeBy Justin BorerIn the forest on this cold, misty, moonlit night.Nature is calm and quiet with not a soul in sight.The silence continues, nothing trying to fight.Then moonlight shines through the trees.The light continues to flow like a calm breeze.Casting shadows upon the lonly leaves.A branch snaps breaking the somber silence.Something in the darkness moves showing its defiance.The forest shifts reluctantly to this act of violence.Through the shadow the moon helps soothe.This figure has nothing to prove.Steathy and strong it continued to move.The figure emerged from the darkness to cast its own shadow.Through its grey and black fur the wind does blow.With its pointed ears every creature it does know.The creature sat on the ground and looked at the starry sky.He felt alone, that, no one could deny.through its bluish-gray eyes it wondered why.He looked up at the bright full moon.He let out a howl and held its desperate tune.Hoping s
ElementsElementsWater, Fire, Earth combine.Herald, sing your angel's cry.Water, Fire, Earth combine.Sing it to the very sky.Light and Darkness, ever shine.Light; the angel, beauty define.Light and Darkness, ever shine.Dark, the angry, yet so divine.Space and Time, forever grand.High above or in the sand.Space and Time, forever grand.In the air or on the land.Wind and Lightning, never gone.Clouds above were once withdrawn.Wind and Lightning, never gone.Life below, only a pawn.Hidden secrets, life abound.From the Darkness, shadows bound.Hidden secrets, life abound.Spring forth the truth, at last found.
October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
Yellow SpringIt came in tasteful gestures on a shouldered backward breeze.Ghosts of smiling children rocked the rusting set of swings.Plucking yellow daisy tops, in streams the stones did sink.While birds of cream and navy rode above a gust of pink.The sun rays pressed their fingers through the isle of cobwebbed clouds.Spitting shafts of sunlight lift the humming branches' sound.The sipping of the soil weaned as dewdrops fell in threes.In this brutte of cradled roots I lay beneath the trees.
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