Angel eyes

Sharp and piercing,
Yet soft, gentle,
Your eyes reveal,
A spirit so rare.


Even at rest,
Your face serene,
Those eyes call me,
As if in a dream.


Do they remember,
Soul of the world,
Smiling so sweetly,
What message they carry.

Windows

I see you all,
As you hasten on by,
Not one of you stops,
Or ever really notices,
That I am here,
Still watching knowingly.

Last Saturday evening,
I noticed that you revelled,
And grew weary of the truth,
As you swaggered about,
Falling to rest noisily,
On my feet, alone.

And even in that,
Quiet, solemn hour,
You still failed to see,
But yourself and your woes.

Some days I reflect,
That, which you care,
Not to see at all.

A side of you,
That is covered in moss,
And debris of life,
As you look into my face.

Again you fail me,
Not really noticing,
My width, tranquility and openness.

You move on eventually,
To places far away,
And only return again,
When your belly aches,
For a fast food meal,
A banquet of take away.

I am created by you,
And given the front row,
To look upon all,
That you still become,
Even as night falls.

And as the sun rises,
It brightens my face,
Yet you rarely ever see,
The brilliance of me,
And all that I can,
Reflect upon you,
About you.




@ Caffe Nero's.

Christmas Spirit.

What we need is Christmas,
Throughout the entire year,
A helping hand and care,
That leaves us feeling dear.

A selfless aspect showing,
How good we all could be,
A brighter world to share,
Is what I choose to see.

The festive spirit flowing,
Through towns and hearts today,
Would be a loving promise,
Drive hate and fear away.



An observation of human nature.

Little Helpers

Bustling feathers spread,
A flight upon the breeze,
Gaining power in the flow,
You soar amongst the trees.

I spy your work to do,
As nature gave you love,
To spread the way of life,
From vantage high above.

So many of you go,
Upon the wing to fly,
Creating beauty in our world,
As you reach into the sky.

C. M.

Cold Mountain.



So you have been around for a lengthy time,
What sights hast thou seen upon frozen soils.
Lofty trees amidst the constant tempests of snow,
Yearn for a sunny day yet have no reward.

Life is so still so silent, there is laughter here,
But for a few short blissful hours.
When fleeting folk enjoy for a while,
That which is your smile, and you alone beguile.
Setting out another mile.

Whence the passionate winds caress your icy face,
Comes no lone shelter, to desolate this place.
Contemptible in your way,witnessing the eons away,
Yet here you chose to stay,
Through cloud and bitter day.

What else should you, so mighty one do,
Lest another one say,
Cold mountain you remain.

Ethereal winds

Ethereal winds



A wind has blown,
Across my blighted life,
To carry once again,
My hopes of joy,
Into a small chamber.
Of a lonely time,
That which holds pensive,
My desire to Love,
And learn the wisdom,
Of my own follies.
Strange feelings leading to,
A desperate fear alone,
Unloved and betrayed still,
No loyal friend awaits.

I AM

I AM


I am an Eagle,
Who soars high above the desert plains,
And the sand beneath him too.
I am the wind and the rain,
The road and the Pilgrim,
The stars and the heavens so vast.

I am me and I am you.


I am the golden fish,
And the Heron that feasts,
The dry river bed,
And the acid rain falling in the tempest.
I am the feather,
Floating gently on a breeze,
And I am a smile flashed,
Sending you to your knees.

You are me and I am you.


I am the snow so white,
And the tearful sobs of a condemned soul,
Also the satin sheets,
So smooth against your perfect warm skin.
I am a law of nature,
And an act of God,
Letting the hungry cry, and the honest be,
Without judgement at all.

I am you and you are me.


I am the Rose,
And the nose that does recall a scent,
Of a passionate embrace,
Between the lovers who then dance around.
I am a soldier,
In a battle for a life,
Being dearly missed,
And the bullet,
That will end one too.

For you are me and I am you.


I am hope declaring,
That mankind will see a peaceful way,
And the food to eat,
In celebration of this timely event.
I am the contented,
And the chair upon which they rest,
The fibres and the colour of all things.

You are me and I am me.


I am happy being,
That which is all,
And that which is not all, together,
A contrast of egos,
And a combining of will.
I am surrender,
To the way of compassion,
And the will to deliver its message,
In the sound of action.

For you are you and I am you.


I am the door,
And the closing of it tight,
When the warmth has gone outside,
And the night time draws in coolness.
I am an ocean,
And the ship,
The deck upon we slip,
And the friend who lends a hand.

As I am you and you are me.


I am a ghost,
And the solid matter too,
A heavy burden left,
And the horse that takes your strain.
I am forever,
And a minute that has fled quickly passed,
In fact I am no-one,
Who ever passed this way,
And everyone who died alone.

A secret I'll share now,
To let this be complete.

We are you and we are me.