Sweaty days and cruel summer,
without sleep and hunger,
star's burning and causing anger,
stay indoors and feel better,
pity the workers under the heartless sun sans shelter,
mercury rising above the meter,
deserted roads and buildings for haven.
A miracle on the other side of the window,
a huge carbon black cloud,
within moments surround the ground,
engulf the sun and gobble it up,
fear him with your aura and glare,
paint the sky with your color,
defeat the sun and shame it with your presence,
Window o' heaven
Sweaty days and cruel summer,
without sleep and hunger,
star's burning and causing anger,
stay indoors and feel better,
pity the workers under the heartless sun sans shelter,
mercury rising above the meter,
deserted roads and buildings for haven.
A miracle on the other side of the window,
a huge carbon black cloud,
within moments surround the ground,
engulf the sun and gobble it up,
fear him with your aura and glare,
paint the sky with your color,
defeat the sun and shame it with your presence,
scare him with your thunder,
wipe him off from sky's face,
outshine him with your grace,
exhaust him in this race,
embarrass him, destroy his base,
come down cloud, reveal your pace,
hit the planet like an ace.
Set the trees free, please be fair,
deliberately they dance with no care,
delightfully tail the wind sans fear,
wet feathers can't fly,
stronger ones give it a try,
squeezed they seem and look up the sky,
delayed so long, i should have died,
missed you long , have i survived?
Beat the earth's dusty face,
show no mercy, spare no base,
let it know how it tastes,
when you arrive and make haste.
Watching a marvel,
you destroying the gravel,
witnessing a wonderment,
standing so close in amusement,
beauty of your presence capturing each moment,
finding self in nature's lap and endowment.
Filling my heart with spirit and joy,
life is beautiful i know why,
timeless moments at the window,
precious emotions shared with the window,
the door or the window?,
window o' heaven!
It's a miracle I'm here at all,
the heights I've climbed only to fall.
I never know just when to quit
..... although the long falls hurt a bit.
My passion leads me to my fate
in everything I cannot wait.
What ever there is to be done
..... I cannot walk, I have to run.
At work, at home, it always seems,
I race to bring alive my dreams.
For miracles are never done
..... unless they're driven by someone.
It's a miracle I'm here at all,
bruised and battered by each fall.
I could decide life's not for me
..... and drown in total misery.
But the miracle of life is free
and shared by all including me.
So making miracles come true
is why I live...... and what I do!
Ivor G Davies