Monday, March 28, 2016

End
















Life is never forgiving
Love is selfish when not from God.
Casual decadence.
Over stating a theme long lost.

I created my misery
Not the Universe.
A careless look, a wandering gaze.
Loveless and blind in my own life.

You won't forgive me-for the things I have done.
The actions I have taken.
The conversations deleted in my mind
Never remembered.

Late at night I think about You
The Words You have written.
The promises You have made.
And my worries fade away,
into the darkness of my room.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Rose Blood

















The beauty of life blood.
The roses in bloom.
Life is beauty
Life is a rose.

Slowly blooming, pink flowers.
Blood pink and luscious
The life of one's past.
The petals bloom.

The Spring ends.
The bloom starts to wilt
The petals turn colour.
And fall off, to die.

Ocean


















The Ocean, Evening Tide
Beautiful and deadly
The evening sky so lovely
The boats floating silently in the night.

My mind drifting off to a different time.
When my soul was fleeting, wandering
I don't know how it will end
I don't know when we will stop

The moon, lonely and bright
Rocks feel the waves pounding in
That night was silent
Like our conversation always are.
Alone.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Autumn Glow





















The evening sun
Below the trees
Glowing, a sign
Of the Night to come.

The Autumn evening
cold and brisk
The leaves, bristling cascading
Gently make a blanket on the ground.

Life through the ages
Older
Leaves falling
Our lives ebbing.

Night.

Friday, March 11, 2016

Vernal Equinox





















What could be more beautiful?
Then Spring in it's glory
More beautiful than the loveliest woman.
More regal than any Queen.

The colors, the hues....
The handpainted scenery
Fresh from the paint brush
Of Our Creator!

Cirrus Melancholia





















Life

Is it so beautiful?
The way we live?
The lives we lead-
The secrets we keep.

Life-
A celestial chess match
Or free will to all.
My life has been plucked
From the fiery embers

Clouds in spring
Trees stand naked and worn
Waiting for Spring to flourish
Green and beautiful.

Tell me what more does it  mean?
To have purpose, to have life?
In this day we value meaningless things
More than a tree or a cloud in it's beauty.



Monday, March 7, 2016

January By The Lake




Think of a time
When the wind called your name
The darkness a shadow
The clouds illuminate the sky

Mountains obscure the sun
Life had meaning then
Now just a faded memory
In the January sunset.

RM