On A Wing:

I am free to soar upon the winds

free to soar on the clouds on high

to touch the sun 

and feel her gentle warmth on my flesh so

I am the light and darkness

fading into a distant memory

as afar afield

 as the mind remembers

lifted beyond the gaze of all

to the echoes of eternity

and Angels dare lay their heads so

voices of them and us 

resounding in the currents

as I turn and turn

swooping low to pervay

the land afore me so

trees soaring and mighty

reaching their knotted arms

towards heaven

as if in rejoice

mountains on high

with their stone faces

hiding the peace they hold

age and wisdom touched with fortitude

as they cool themselves 

at waters edge of

crystal lakes of sheen glass

reflecting a thousand million diamonds

sparkling in my eyes so

perched upon a branch

I see this life pass me by

and ask

what more does one need

then the beauty of this life

stillness and peace

lifting the senses

touching the soul

as I fly free

in this beautiful blue world

of yours and mine

~

Mother:

This planet this earth

your home my home our home

so why do we scream at each other

kill each other 

destroy each other

raping our lands breaking the cycle

that is the balance of life for all

animals mighty and proud

now but ghosts left to walk

the plains of what was

winds and rains savage the lands

we live and breath

taking fragile life's

that once was all 

countless wars 

anger 

hate

as 20 million lay dead

for what ?

so you can be more then you think you are

in the belief your so much better

alas did you forget

this isn't your land your earth

we are but borrowing this here life

and at any time

the lights will dim and surely fade

if not already

and all your guns oils golds

will be worth nothing

so save your tears

for there's no time for goodbyes

we have to teach our young

how fragile ALL life is

and show unto them

that we can all live as one

religion creed race

in coexistence with the animals

creatures that roam this here land

until we stop the wars

the hate the violence the greed

we will lose such a beautiful place

that lest you forget

gave you life

a home

a reason to breath

to be

can you let go

so very easily

?

I think not

!

Bathed In Crystal:

                                                             

The rain fell last night

tapping upon my window pane

as if to ask to be let in 

to shelter from the north winds

upon the mire of wind and rain

I sat watching huddled in my blanket

tracing the crystal drops

as each one rolled down the glass

wondering upon their journey so

and as to whose dreams shattered with them 

as they hit the bottom of the sill

wishes and thoughts

held tight in a glass ball

until the weather turns and skies open

were upon dreams no more

fall to the ground

forgotten and left behind

my thoughts turn to the lights shining bending

as if neon rays 

shooting their beams

at me so

each one twisting and turning

their way through my window 

only to dance on the white sheets

of my messed up bed

the rain drops making patterns

like that of a spiral-graph

of when we was children

cold is the night bleak is the day

but warm and contented is me

with the knowledge

that though dreams may come and go

tomorrow is always another day

were new dreams are abound

as the rain washes and cleanses away

the ill thoughts for another time and place

slowly from the window I retire

lay down upon my pillows

and drift away to the sounds 

of the pitter patter

of the rain falling against my window pane