Of Ghosts and Angels

The rain was here yesterday,
A feel of summer without the heat,
The halo of healing mist,
The bright sunny blossom,
And sometimes a certain snow flake,
Which never kissed the ground,
The ghost from the past were there too,
Some hazy and some crystal clear,
but all a fiber entwined somewhere,
A touch, a smile, a tear drop,
Everything that was ugly and beautiful.

Then there were the angels,
In the sway of the bare trees,
In the dance of the cold breeze,
In the laughter of the innocent faces,
A song of life and its thread,
of moments that were once there,
Now a vague memory soon to be gone,
The ghost will always be,
And the angles will still sing,
Like a breath, a heartbeat, a glance,
Everything that weaves a dream.

The Calling

It was heard once, the calling,
Mysterious, mystical and tranquil,
Must have left someplace fine,
Vanishing in the poignant face of time,
The searches were futile,
Shadows chased in the sun,
The lights had burnt out,
And shadows had gone home.

Dreams,Promises and Hopes

I dream of castles and knights,
of riding into the golden sunset
the wind through my hair
of reaching the peace i seek,

I look up at the sky
the birds that i long to be
soar high,singing to the sky
oh! i wish i could fly

The earth is bleak and dry
but the rain will be here soon
and the flowers will bloom
butterflies and bees will then dance

Once home i softly tread
the silence here is my friend
this is where my dreams end
and promises and hopes are mend.