Walk

Walk across meadow
Not even my shadow
Would like to accompany
I and my sins only
Lonely

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Tune of the night

Rays of sunshine
Never allow dreams
Into you
Into me

Hm hmmm hmmm hm
Hm hmmm hmmm hm

When it gets dark
Our fantasies spark
Into you
Into me

Aspirations and goals
Become fodder of souls
Into you
Into me

Lights, evening lights
Put sparkle and delight
Into you
Into me

Witches throw spells
Memories just exhale
Into you
Into me

History just extends
Story never ends
Into you
Into me

Hm hmm hmm hm
Hm hmm hmm hm

This is one of my crazy ideas to create a soul tune with this, suggestions welcome!

Colour Kandy

Green, blue,
which shade are you
I am spring,
all colours I bring
I am pretty mad,
in dark pink purple red

A hole in my heart

everything you see,
whatever it be, it is me,
heart and soul own,
as known, the one who burned,
turned, in the shallowest of sleep,
heart bleep, threat turning hollow,
pride swallows, and let it show,
ashamed of passion, let it glow,
world laughs, so what, wind blows
I sense her from thousand miles
that sweet smell, travelling through mist
carrying most vivid dreams of one day
will be Sunday, when you and I meet
in the same cobbled street,
underneath half lit lamp,
on a damp, freezing morn
when your cold hand need warmth
you put it on my burning heart
a new beginning, brilliant start
Oh, I can see that beautiful time
coming soon, serene, sublime
almost touchable in Throxenby Lane
through my hospice window pane

Waiting

Winter long shadow
It is time for you to go
I need to breathe green
bathe in spring sun,
Purifying soul clean
leaves are coming
Grass is getting green
Soon we will see a scene
Never before seen

Sleep walk

I walked to a great
graveyard of souls
In the middle of the evening
thousands lost ones roaming
to unknown destinations,
each one think they are alive
daily grunt they survive
to earn more, till limbs sore
looking around, all I found
Just my reflection, such deception

Sense

Words
come slow
gently like breeze
then wind picks up
brewing inside, a fearless storm
gusts bellow, telling tales, ferocious gales
Sonnets just drop, crescendos scream, epics astound
rain and thunder, makes mind mellow, stories asunder,
calmness returns, destruction immense, words don’t, make any sense

AB 30 December, 2013
Photo AB December 2013