I have but to wonder, if the rain were
my tears.
A river should I cry, for less would not
bring such sadness as
a heart longing for a peace unfound.
Could one wish on the glimpse of hope
and dream into existence life's love,
even at the end.
A word means no more tomorrow, than
today, but a tear will always fall
as the river runs, should I cry for less?
I have but to wonder.
©ScottlB
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Winter Comes
The frost bears down on beaten leaves,
scattered remnants of autumn's finale.
Now they lay on sodden fields,
lifeless memories,
winter comes.
A color of decay fills the air as sounds die,
fading in the morning mist.
On solitary fields has only one felt the
chill as it speaks, a voice upon the winds
whispering, "winter comes."
Gray skies and the stillness set in,
reaching out as the coldness touch.
We are tucked in for the long sleep,
under blankets of snow winter creeps,
the winds howl,
"winter comes."
©ScottlB
scattered remnants of autumn's finale.
Now they lay on sodden fields,
lifeless memories,
winter comes.
A color of decay fills the air as sounds die,
fading in the morning mist.
On solitary fields has only one felt the
chill as it speaks, a voice upon the winds
whispering, "winter comes."
Gray skies and the stillness set in,
reaching out as the coldness touch.
We are tucked in for the long sleep,
under blankets of snow winter creeps,
the winds howl,
"winter comes."
©ScottlB
Saturday, January 21, 2017
We Can
When I sit and watch the Sun's final dance,
before the twilight,
I can only think of brown eyes hidden
behind a fading smile.
A voice
weaving golden sounds, words of magic
whispered as the moon cast images
of shadows holding hands.
When I sit and watch the moon, it begins
a silent song of lovers afar, as they search
the blackened sky for that one star.
When I sit and watch the Sun's final dance,
before the twilight,
I can only feel the moon's silent song.
It brings my smile, and only then
I know,
together we can last forever.
©ScottlB
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Move on Move on
Everyday I listen,
today;
I say move on.
Generations of hurt,
generations of healing.
Whatever;
we have overcome.
Life begins, cycles
come and they go.
I say;
move on, move on!
We cry, we laugh
but we live.
Trials are put before
our eyes, judgement
put in our hands.
Heaviness hangs on
our hearts,
at times a smile,
will grace our face.
I say;
move on, move on!
Now we grieve as if
life has died,
we worry.
We listen,
but we live,
we see the storms
forming,
we see the sun
shinning.
Life continues, cycles
come and they
go.
At times a smile
will grace your face,
we will overcome.
I say;
move on, move on!
©ScottlB
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)