Author: Devlin Murphy

The wind tickles

the leaves

the chiming of

the cycle of life

the beauty

of the dying

the last journey

a flittering to earth

to release

to renew

to return…

Shades of light

shades of dark

always changing

Living in shades

loving in shades

shades of friends

some bring the light

others bring the dark

always changing

Hiding behind shades

crying in shades

Finding the way

always changing

shades…

Floating in the wind

waiting on a win

miss the bus

caught the train

lost in the rain

trying to kill the pain

begin again and again

again…

Heed the call

risk the fall

It’s only life

after all…

Dreaming

of a way

dreaming

of the day

I sleep

in peace

I awake

with joy

I tend my flowers

I lighten

my load

dreaming

of dancing

around the

fire~

dreaming

to be

free…

Everyday

begin

again

Everyday

learn

a new

Everyday

fight

the

good fight

Everyday

renew

Everyday

let it

go

Everyday

grow

Everyday

find

the meaning

of life

in the

love

you give

you get

the smiles

the good intent

Everyday

grateful

for another

day~

In the shadows

we see our

reflection.

In the shadows

we see our

potential.

In the shadows

our dreams await.

Embrace the shadows

it is never

too late…

Dreams take flight

every night

of a world of peace

filled with delight

Joy

not pain

Love

not hate

Kindness

not cruelty

Decency

not rudeness

Fairness

a chance to compete

to live each day

unafraid and well fed

Compassionate hearts

surrounding

Open minds

expounding

Laughter

full and free

echoing in the air

sweet songs of the winged

sweet scents of the earth

If I am only dreaming

don’t wake me

till I’m through..

.

The simple pleasures~

No alarm clock

strong coffee

the Sunday paper

Time

to read, to sip

to write, to listen

to our winged

friends serenade

watching the sunrise

planning the day

or not…

Yes, there is work

but it involves

food…

Self paced

moments of grace

the quiet of life

at dawns light…

The simple pleasure

of not watching

the clock

makes Sundays

my favorite

day~

How do you heal

a broken heart

broken at the start~

How do you find joy

when your life is

ripped apart~

How do you start

over and over and over

again,

when its all a

fucking farce~

In the end

No one on which

to depend~

again…

Letting go

freed me,

for what

I do not

know

Marching on

through the

night

Born again

at first

light

hoping

for second

sight-

Just trying

to do

what’s right~

It’s a fight

for life…