Good Morning

 

Where are you painting your trees now? The trees that paint the night skies, the heavens in your mind. Not at your home, not at your Art Studio, in your garden, now? Is it where are you painting now? 

Are you painting a new path? Are you going somewhere? Are you leaving or are you calling someone to your place?

On the turning away

On the turning away From the pale and downtrodden And the words they say Which we won't understand Don't accept that what's happening Is just a case of others' suffering Or you'll find that you're joining in The turning away It's a sin that somehow Light is changing to shadow And casting its shroud Over all we have known Unaware how the ranks have grown Driven on by a heart of stone We could find that we're all alone In the dream of the proud On the wings of the night As the daytime is stirring Where the speechless unite in a silent accord Using words, you will find, are strange Mesmerised as they light the flame Feel the new wind of change On the wings of the night No more turning away From the weak and the weary No more turning away From the coldness inside Just a world that we all must share It's not enough just to stand and stare Is it only a dream that there'll be No more turning away?

Were you angry or in love last night? The tree fell, was it the storm or you? Are you angry or in love? In love with nature, in love with someone?

Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say Home, home again I like to be here when I can And when I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away, across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells

Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around, choose your own ground Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be Run, rabbit, run Dig that hole, forget the sun When at last the work is done Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one Long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide Balanced on the biggest wave You race towards an early grave

I want roses in my garden.

Did you touch your lips with a red lipstick? Secret, mystery.

A romance above your roof. Those colors in the sky were loving each others and you that night.

Green, purple and Rose above your roof.

Seen from here, amazing, seen from there, can you describe it to me? What you saw and felt?

A white cloak path, where are you walking? Are you looking for something, for someone along the path? Are you lost, searching, wondering and kissing something?