Reflections on life

Autumn leaves kissed by early snow seasons touch hands

silence withdrawing I sit immersed in memories

big yellow moon brushes the horizon autumn night

nervous alcoholic shoplifts non-alcoholic beer

Feathers in the wind those words you can never take back

staring at my reflection only six inches away the longer I look the more it seems I am always out of reach

send me your picture   the one where you were smiling  in the piazza   I need to remember-  that you were once human

rugged solid crags draped in the fleeting March sun the wealth of life within the reach of each man the man that dares to dream

re-emerging old war time slogans but is keep calm and carry on nostalgia or a prediction

inside the closed heart lies a secret to discover your love holds the key

melting snow teaching me  that all things change

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