The embers of my life
Burnt a slow blue hue
As if they were aching for more fuel
I knew where I had to go
Towards you
A path I never knew I’d choose
But it just felt right
And still continues to do
You gave me the fuel
By the warmth of your hearth
......
Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
......
To be a bird,
a beauty of nature.
Continuous skies, endless sights.
No limits, no Borders.
My peace would be as a bird.
sitting amongst scenes of peace and tranquility.
Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
......
To be a bird,
a beauty of nature.
Continuous skies, endless sights.
No limits, no Borders.
My peace would be as a bird.
sitting amongst scenes of peace and tranquility.
The embers of my life
Burnt a slow blue hue
As if they were aching for more fuel
I knew where I had to go
Towards you
A path I never knew I’d choose
But it just felt right
And still continues to do
You gave me the fuel
By the warmth of your hearth
......