A grey
day in
May
I’ve come
to see
the pain
within…
Snow clings
to branches
made of
steel
don’t think
don’t feel
tell us
all about
it.
Here is
a pill
here comes
the sun,
what is
that?
The Fog~
As the bells ring…
I remember
the old times…
nothing is new
nothing is true,
as the bells ring…
I remember
the music
I danced to,
the songs I
sang,
nothing remains
the same,
yet…
there is nothing new
except the
blues…
I remember
the feelings
of the old
and the new
as the bells
ring…
nothing changes
nothing stays
the same…
Fog~
Fog lifting
dreams shifting
another day
another way
Truth floating
hope sinking
doors closing
window opens
looking through
the mist
for answers…
waiting on
time sliding by
to go walking
into the magic
into the mystic
in the shadow
of Benbulben
place of my
dreams…
I’ll follow
the fog
till I am
through…
until my
dreams come
true~
Changes…
Life Changes
Time Changes
Season Change
Leaves Changing
I am Changing
Always Changing…
Time.
Melting away
the days
watching time
slip away…
dreams scatter
like dried
petals
in the
wind…
Looking back
wondering
where
I’ve been…
Who I was
once,
can I
ever be
again…
who I am
now
undefined
where to
begin
as time
flies
by…
Onward…
Holding on
letting go
which way
to grow~
Looking to
the past
looking to
the future
lost in
today.
Unknown
destiny
lingering
doubts
holding on
to hope
drowning
in doubt
reaching
for a
path
to find
connection
to find
peace
to find
myself~
Onward…
Autumn~
Falling leaves
gathering nuts
deep sleep
cold toes
a chill
in the air
sweaters
everywhere.
Entering the
dark side
of the year…
Beware.
Letting go
going
within,
fires
begin
spirits return
until
the
winds
begin…
Autumn~
Letting Go~
Holding on
letting go
trying to
grow.
Withering
toe
to toe.
Lost in
yesterday
finding
tomorrow
in dreams,
wondering
what
it all
means?
Thankful
I am
still here
most
of the
time…
always
searching
always
dreaming
letting
go…
Season of Samhain is starting soon…
I will rest until then…
xoxo
Webs…
Web
of
life
ebbs
and
flows,
time
goes
spinning
out of
control…
Life~
crafter
of
dreams
weaver
of
life
begins
ends
what
lies
between
are
dreams…
fragile
webs
in the
breeze…
