You are a dancing breeze on a claustrophobic day. Whispers of hope in the dust. A fleeting relief, a kiss of ice. Just passing through.
a winding path waits
for your journey to begin
the clouds slowly drift
Dew sparkles, glimmering in the morning chill. Tears holding on. Lost as the sun rises.
In dappled sunshine
The cold stone stares,
Like rows of dominoes waiting,
Rows of lives lost, taken.
In shadows they dance,
Among the trees, standing tall.
A watch tower for the dead.
For the lost.
rain drums in rhythms
beating in time to my pulse
Just for a moment
Away from here. From the daily grey. Give me the blue of the ocean, golden sands, bright white spray. Give me air to breathe.
Silk waters, sun dreaming in vivid hues of blue, yet
on the horizon, waves screaming, rocks crashing,
bitter fret cuts the skies.
Not large this land, yet it holds a library of stories. A collection to conserve. Dragons and monsters. A first loves kiss. Nature trails, jungle songs. Snake attacks and long faught battles. A whisper in a cold clasped hand. It is everything, this wasteland. Bookmark it. Return. An old favourite.
Sun glimmers on still waters. A ripple cascades. Changes the scene.
rainbows crash into the window, sun and rain collide. Beating at the pane, a spectrum of colours dancing, painting a bright canvas. Hap dash splash of spring.