Storm

The angry shouts of thunder so forceful and loud,
The falling tears of the quivering cloud.

Lightenings white rage and fury flash in his eyes,
The staring moon, not looking surprised.

The sea’s flailing droplets collide with the rocks,
The swaying boats once sleeping in docks.

Take a brush and sweep up the skies
Calm the ocean and silence the cries.

End the passion, drown all intent
Nature’s moment came and went.

Lust

I take a breath to stop the earth
And stand alone in space,
To feel the lust for all its worth
In this everlasting place.

Passion sends a wave of heat
To fill my soul with fire,
And pause one timeless heartbeat
Still burning with desire.

In this silence where I stand
I look down and I find,
An eternal moment in my hand
That time has left behind.

An hourglass of endless sand
Is turned as I endeavour,
To keep a single second
Ticking on forever.

Flower

In the corner of the garden
Sat a lonely little flower,
Sheltered from the morning sun
Wet from an early shower.
A chilling breeze was whirling
That was when I saw it cower,
It bloomed then very morning
And died within an hour.
Was once a symbol of beauty
An essence of delicate power,
Now merely scattered remains
For the earth to devour.

Global Funeral

Earth was frozen,
Blood was cold,
Maybe we killed it,
Perhaps it was old.

All was darkness,
Black and grey,
No night to become,
The dawn of no day.

The word ‘existence’,
Did not exist,
Everything was nothing,
Nothing was missed.

Who was blamed?
Blame was gone,
Everyone was no one,
No one was none.

Found was lost,
Lost was too,
Carried off in the wind,
Which no longer blew.

Star

Scattered stars with diamond light
Strewn across the blackest night.
Like crystal drops of morning dew
The rarest, everlasting few,
Gleaming on a sunny day.

Such a sight is barely seen
Very few and far between.

Then I saw one magic day
A sight which took my breath away.
The brightest star I ever saw
More beautiful than all before,
The star that I call you.

Dance of the Spider

All day she worked, she weaved,
Then by night which came so soon,
A graceful dance upon the threads,
She danced by light of the moon.

Plucking at the strings she made
A melody, so delicately played,
Each perfect note would brightly fade,
A dainty, peaceful tune.

It was glistening, yet invisible
Every strand so fine and strong,
So perfectly entwined together,
None too short and none too long.

An image never seen before
One so beautiful and pure,
Was swept up never cared for,
The end of a song.

Dawn

Earth looks round to face the sun
The curtains up, the spotlight on,
Night will leave, his time is done
For here a new day has begun.

Dawn will dance as crowds look on
They watch and cry or laugh in fun,
Some leave marks before they’re gone
Yet still the show will carry on.

People leave as others come
Exchanging places one by one,
As shadow stands beside the sun
A stage for dawn to dance upon.

Rain will fall and beat his drum,
While bees drift softly as they hum,
To show nights fight without a gun
A battle dawn has fought and won.