Reflections on life

December night crescent moon hangs from Orions belt

Sometimes I sit and watch the rain make patterns on the window twisting   turning      running My days of raindrops spiralling around the corners of my mind the lessons learnt in a water drop Sometimes I try to hard to analyse and scrutinize and make the pattern fit the mold Sometimes it is easier to go with the flow and sit and watch the raindrops.

walking in the dark still trying to find my way ripples in the pond

dessert sands blowing winds of change revolution

Kim Jong-il passes tears flow in North Korea for sorrow or joy

freeze frame on a frozen day fading light steals the vision robbing me of images street lights come to life bathing the street in romance couples walk hand in hand shivering between bars dressed for summer on a winters night the price of fashion the price of pride

walking these cold lonely streets I look into your window every one there seems like they're having fun so I walk on in silence alone and search for the remedy snow starts to fall as I walk on alone contemplating every thought seems to run round and round and I cannot make  sense of them as I think in rhyme and look for the remedy under the street lights the fresh fallen snow has turned orange my mood has taken a mellowing hue and my thoughts turn in colour as I walk home I now have the remedy

like weeds on the lawn disappointments rise  I search for flowers

another coffee to complete a pointless day at least I suppose I can retire for the night in the knowledge it was fairtrade

staring out at me smiles on a glossy photo only you know how real the image is portrayal of a moment

an empty vase summer flowers now gone outside holding on to life the last September rose

how good it would be to live my life in one day in that way the tears and the pain would be gone in a short time

silently a prayer fell from her lips lips red like the wine they shared her world now a stain that grows with each whispered lie hoping believing yet always in her heart the knowledge a betrayal a Judas yet beneath her skin she still shines in dazzling self delusion another lie is born I love you she whispers and sips her wine

the music took him back he saw himself and cried inside the life the love the notes struck a chord deep within a time beyond cares a memory jabbing a desire to be there and do things differently