Beautiful sunset of mine, join me in drinking wine.

I find the sun setting,
Mesmerising,
Bright orange rays.
Of a half filled sun.
Reaching, straying,
Bouncing across leaves,
Tenderly rubbing against
My skin
As it waves goodbye,
Promising me a good night.
a deep red trail,
With purple hue,
Reminds me of lovers,
just a few.
So strong and solid,
In its final flight,
The sun setting is a glorious sight.

My track.

I’m not sure,
When it happened,
The change.
At first, i thought of you by choice,
now,
I often find you just wandering around inside my thoughts.
and it doesn’t worry me.
Doesn’t make me want to flee.
And suddenly,
I am aware,
Of
The
Magnitude
Of
Distance.
The empitiness
Of miles,
The inability
Of
space.
A line on a map,
That can only be traced.
And still, i am not fazed.
The best walks,
Are not mapped in chalk,
life is not a drawn up list,
It’s something,
You
Should
never
Miss.
So, i’ll continue down the beaten track,
It will lead me foward,
Or it will lead me back,
Either
Way
I believe, this is my track.

I shall write, through the night.

It’s the eve of a choice,
That is the essence of my voice,
And i’m yet to plan a single thing,
Failure, will likely sting.
So i took a walk,
and gave myself a talk,
Along a sandy shore.
The waves ebbed, a steady flow,
Never knowing,
Where to go,
The sand poured freely down
Between my fingers,
No plan lingered.
The sun reached me,
Through soft white clouds,
And the deepest shade,
Always finding a way.
And
I heard
the
Words
There in my head,
What ever you want
you always get,
The choice is made,
I am not afraid.
If i put my mind to it,
It will be mine,
It always is.
S, i’ll not plan the story,
It could be gory,
But, it’s what i want,
So it’s what i’ll have.

Behind my wall

Just throwing this one in,
To see if it gets seen.
Odds are low,
Chances are high,
So many words,
I think i can fly.
Poems of old,
Words of new,
The files just grew and grew.
Some poems i wrote,
I pushed away
On a sailing boat,
simple words,
With
Simple meanings,
nothing to hide me,
Or my dreamings.
So i offer them all,
I will take the fall,
I no longer hide behind a wall.

The inevitable.

If you walked away today,
Too busy in life,
To play,
i would say,
I hope,
That one day,
Our demons
Get to play.

Caught on film.

I don’t know what to say,
Sometimes
There is a
Thought,
usually
Stray,
Isn’t that, always,
The way?

Trust.

Your touch,
Felt
Alien
On my skin.
Your words foreign,
But i let you in.
I told you secrets,
So few know,
The reason my strength
Grows.
There was no pity,
no expectation,
Or revelation.
No pressure, we spoke at
Leisure,
of unfair hands, and dishonest truths.
We channel surfed,
As we laughed.

Whisper.

Perhaps,
I like to whisper,
To see who hears.

I will be a ghost and see more than most.

I’ll stand,
And i’ll land,
On my own two feet,
Some days beat,
But
Some days,
I’ll scream,
From deep within my dream,
I’ll laugh,
Till my sides hurt,
And i’m left without scars.
i’ll see further then most,
i’ll be a ghost,
Watching the world
Unfold,
Oblivious
to
what i see,
What i hear
And
What i know.

Yes i feel.

Yes,
i feel,
I feel something,
And it makes me feel
like
I
Am
Sinking,
And floating
and it’s confusing,
And elating.