Sunday, 7 October 2018

About time


About time for the things we never had time for...
For the ones we thought we had a plan,
Only to find it was leisure now that mocked from afar...

Or was is the simplicity we missed now...
From the high ship of adulthood we saw,
The oceans that once were teeming with excitement

Waves we longed to surf upon now really did wave... 
At us from the shores we now have anchored the ship by,
Waiting for the tide and time to be right

For we now sit making lists and reading listicles...
Sighing at the sights we plan to behold in life,
Of the lanes we wish to walk upon someday

'Wait up for the time is not yet right'
Is the lullaby we now let our ears lull to,
As the calendar sweeps past its mocking pages...

Caught up in our own pursuit of 'ifs' and 'whens'...
For when the numbers will add up 
For when the sheets will tally up 

For it isn't the dreams we gave up on, at fault...
At fault, are we the one who stopped believing,
In the fairies and the stories of nigh fantasy

About time we find the child smothered
Before time into the shoes of age...
Into a world where numbers rule high

About time for all that you wish...
Now if ever.. is finally
The Time.......

Sunday, 12 August 2018

Finally...



And you thought of it to be a mirage..
As always hung upon the image of the lonely barge...

Out into the seas so fair, sighing at the sky so blue...
Wishing upon a star, for the horizons to come meet you...

But haven't you always been here beside me...
Pining along for the dream, the visions I too seek...

All over a breeze that sets us free now...
To say it out loud, to finally stop wondering how...

Saturday, 30 June 2018

A song heard..



And a song heard over and over long ago...
In the quaint shadow of a silver sprightly doe...

Of the notes strung together in a cord...
Sliced and shaped over a quiet sword...

Trickling through, onto the sands of time...
Swaying you along sans a reason or a rhyme...

Eyes closed in a memory deep into the past...
Of scars etched on a canvas yearning to last...

Every word knowing its way within...
Numbing, calming the ever-raging din..

To a world now strange and truly far...
But only a song to chase the fading star...