Her mind wanders
against
misty waterfalls
tranquil waters
the tips of her fingers
lightly
touch the grass
as thoughts
descend upon her
like wispy clouds
on turquoise skies
she sighs deeply,
contentedly
what was
was a lesson,
both
a joy and a pain
what was
was a gift
that led her
to
today’s dream.
I close my eyes
rainbows and
fairies I see
imagine what
the world will be
if
hate and prejudice would cease
if everyone
will
make-up and kiss
and
understanding will flow,
tolerance will be everywhere.
I close my eyes
flowers and
meadows I see
imagine what
the world will be
if
racism and pride doesn’t exist
if everyone
will
hug and hold hands
and love will flow,
hope will abound.
Murky waters
shallow seas
stand
in my way
blocking
my path;
on the other side
I see
sunshine and
butterflies
all
that is good,
one day
I’ll get there
I’ll build
a bridge
get to it
but for now
I’ll let
the
storm pass,
let the wind
howl along
because
it never lasts
no matter
how long.
It’s the slow
descent
to madness
the thwarting
of every plans
it’s the arduous
ascent
to sanity
the road
made straight
paths made clear
it’s the spiral walk
it’s the forward run;
it’s life
as it is,
it’s life
naked and bare.
Little
bird blue
looking up
at the stars,
“How I wish
I could fly,
fly high
touch
the twinkling lights,”
she hoped.
Little
bird blue
gazing
across
the meadow,
“How I wish
I could
frolic on
the sweet
green grass,
taste
the first
dew drop,”
she prayed.
Little
bird blue
stealing glances
at other
birds,
“How I wish
I could
soar with them
towards the
mountains,
towards
the falls,”
she yearned.
Little
bird blue
all day
she dreams
of things
she’ll never have
inside
her house,
all shiny
and big.
Behind
this smile
is a
sadness
so deep,
a pain
so raw
even shadows
stay away;
behind
this laugh
is a
secret
well hidden,
a resentment
so smouldering
even hell
rejects it.
Swim
with me
in these
murky waters;
wallow
in the
mud,
for everyone
has their
skeletons,
everyone
has their
tales
of woe.
You arrive
unexpectedly
catching me
unaware
my senses
becomes
sharpened,
creativity
increases
a
thousandfold;
like
a madman
the pen
swiftly flies
the brush
urgently glides,
the music
rapidly bursts!
You leave
abruptly
catching me
off-balance
my energy
suddenly drained;
in the
end
there is
nothing –
nothing
but
a work of art,
nothing
but
a masterpiece.
