Watching the Lambs

A cool summer’s eve drew sun in evening glory. At a distant fold knew better light where breeze and sound combined would mute the nature between them. Within that nature, with sounds of walking footsteps through trail of wood and mud, there was I and a friend going through it all. Recounting the steps to this unknown part I could not call home nor haven. It was but a guest in nature’s woods. Watching through the glistening water from premature rain to cover the leaves with tears that drooping their eaves cast light into our eyes. These shady leaves in number grew had only our shadow they knew; more they found our steps to folly they surround us. Where one of us would attempt a log to pass through, another would walk around. I was the former. Read More

Simple Smile

A day would pass then would never smile,
Was it then her heart did beat too fast,
Then knew the sanctum in which she stood,
The pillar how gay was once she knew,
As though the clouds brought her thus to fall,
In sync with all is but none too small,
Reader, no angel she was but better folk,
She’ll give her arms in chains for bitter foe,
Grieves in hearth is she in respite but woe,
A lasting sigh succumb to fickle hopes she throw,
At once she stops her fight to endless treat, Read More

Silent night

But in honours the star they reach,
Sure made their children to teach,
Once it sparkles so did their eyes,
Then to a father they rise,
His minutes the hours the minutes his,
There stands outside and walking this
Man who knew not where to sight,
Beheld cranberries soaked in light,
For his half and children poured,
Stops short his breath; tears soared,
Passes the mulled wine their holy ester,
Is not what he’d dream have in Leicester, Read More

His still and absolute Emotion

He lay checking out his phone,
The piano that slowly plays away,
Soon the night that draws near,
At last closes his eyes to see,
The memories he had once in fear,
His heart soon found comfort at bay,
Now knew the way to bond never lone.

He gazed at the way time had spelt,
The pictures that colour themselves,
Where those pixels subtly glitter,
For minutes to spell the hours lost,
In him, his heart to a happiness litter
Once slowly to the grey it delves,
His again the silence of life he dealt. Read More

Poison beknownst

Where I escape from everyone and everything; where only silence serves as companion⁠⁠⁠⁠
it would feel as though you’re either floating up to the stars or sinking into the earth as the rain pours. Then after a moment you take a deep breath and open your eyes, only to notice people staring at you not knowing what it is you were doing or thinking. Leaving your space in that open field, you realise the moon suddenly clouded and all fails into grey. At that point you droop your head in subservience to they, and from Nature away. But then you look behind, and see the moon slowly walk away as well. Parted have you both become, the lightning that strikes heart thine now seeps a wound. Give me a drop of one that I bless the rose, for upon her lips those words uttered that shape my heart cross and fro; this rose that once I knew and slowly bed gives me way in direction towards. Read More