The Sound of Silence

The sound of silence echoes in her mind
Like a new day beginning to dawn
Like a rainbow of colours to a blind eye
And the crisp air of a winter's morn

The silence so still, yet so piercing
Awakens her from a deep sleep
Thoughts form, in her mind many pictures
Some to discard, and many to keep

The sound of silence echoes in her mind
Like the stars shining in the night sky
Like a droplet of water in an ocean deep
And a new babe beginning to cry

She embraces, and treasues the silence
That encourages and helps her to hear
The very words that she had been avoiding
The very thoughts she had started to fear

The sound of silence is broken
As from within is drawn a deep sigh
As she pours out her thoughts kept so long within
To the angel who sits at her side

The angel, he listens intently
To her outpouring of anxiety and grief
Thoughts swollen inside, she'd so desperately hide
Now voiced, have given relief

The sound of silence that once echoed in her mind
Has given way to the pictures in dreams
She'll paint every night, on her canvas, - her life
What the angel, he taught her to see

The sound of music now echoes in her mind
Like a new day beginning to dawn
Like a rainbow of colours to a blind eye
And the crisp air of a winter's morn

To Nana

When I see a bird fly in the sky
I think of you so free
Laughter, walking in the park
All the fond memories
I see your smile in photographs
That are so dear to me
I feel your love etched forever
In my memory

Let nothing ever come between us
Neither time nor space
For nothing we have ever shared
Shall ever be replaced
The love we shared no-one else felt
As it was just teh two of us
I know I miss the love we shared
But know it is not lost

For God has taken you home with HIm
And from there you can see
Forever how I love you
And what you mean to me
So look down on me from Heaven
And guide me through each day
And let us share our love once more
When I close my eyes and pray

Old Man

On cracked grey concrete

The old man sits

Teh lines of his face

Show hardship and pain

Torn shoes adorn his feet

A black plastic bag

Shelters him from the rain

The street is his home

He has no place to go

No family or friends

No-one wants to know

Just how did he get here,

Where is he from?

there has to be someone

Somewhere to belong

The rain eases up

And he's out on the street

His cap now off his head

Is placed at his feet

His eyes cast low

Having just woken from slep

He begs for some money

For something to eat

People walk past

With shopping in hand

Their own eyes downcast

As they approach the man

So many walk past

Look at him, then away

Some people look sad

And throw coins his way

With money in hand

And cap back on his had

He walks into a shop

To purchase some bread

Today is a good day

A whole loaf he can buy

It will last a few days

for now he'll get by

He lifts his gaze

To the skies overhead

Black velvet clouds bring rain

He walks slowly back

To his home on the street

The plastic bag gives him shelter

Again

Storm

Thunder - like bomb blasts, rains through
The sky - blackened clouds, velvet clouds bring
Rain - pelting from the heavens and blown by the
Wind - blazing gusts chill to the bone

Sheet lightning, fork lightning - like searchlights of
The night - follows the beat of
The drum - rubling thunder, percussive, consistent, brings
The promise - of lightning to come

Life's Web

The spider's web so intricate
Like the threads of a human life
Break just one thread and the pattern will change
To something new

The spider's web so unique
Like a fingerprint
With each turn
The path of one's life
Is written

The spider's web so delicate
Like the first breath of a baby newborn
The utmost care is needed
For it to grow

The spider's web a work of art
Like a dream realised
Paints a picture
Of the soul

Georgia

Spinning in circles

Piercing eyes

Innocence of youth

Radiant smile

Uninhibited laughter

I catch you glance

And keep it

Sitting beside me

You hold my hand

We communicate

Through touch

Through Love

I watch you play

Your dolls in a line

So carefully placed

Specifically timed

Each has it's turn

Each has it's place

As do you

Like your name

A flower, a rose

you are so special

A gift from God

You grow

We learn from eachother

As each day shines

A new light

With endless

Possibilities

Insight

I hear what you see, and I taste every sight
I touch every vision, and I sense every light
For vision is not what is seen with the eye
But rather, a sense carried with you inside

The next time you can't focus, just close both your eyes
And the pictures will come to you clear in your mind
The colours more vibrant in the images you find
As you experience the world through the eyes of the blind