The sun shows it's power,
The sun shows it's love,
The sun shines so brightly,
It soars like a dove.
The moon's luminescence,
Cools heated hearts,
She gives second chances,
She gives brand ne starts.
The stars up above,
light our beautiful sky,
They give us our wishes,
They give hope to try.
I rinsed my paintbrushes in the Rideau River
Watching a kaleidoscope of colours
Dance with such an intensity
It was the first time I
Saw
Acrylics come to life
Among the minnows
I am Vincent Van Gogh,
I am
Coated in
Deep Crimson Reds and
Rich
Olive
From the Green
I was using for the mountain tops
And
Owl City Soundtrack
Is resounding all around me
Without any essence of a concern or worry
I spent an afternoon floating directionless on The Pelican
Turtles worshiping the sun as they raise their heads as I pass them Slowly
The Heron
Soars under the heaving clouds
The leafs whisper excitedly
Fall is approaching,
As the sun sets over the
Sandcastle Shores
I am fashioned with Waterlilies
Adorning my hair
My campfire perfumed Hoodie
Water that has become my Looking glass...
it
Is so calm, it looks like glass
My wind strewn hair
And
Sun Kissed Cheeks.
In this dream like state
Of reality
I am freed.
Looking into the clouds
And over the hills
Living life regular
And doing my will
Watching the sun shine
And wondering
Whats out there for me
Is there love
Is there hate
Is there life
Is there fate
Just wondering into the clouds
With all my might
Just smiling at the sun
Just look at the beautiful sight
Im still wondering
Im still thinking
Im still looking into the clouds
And over the hills
I just hope that theres something
out there for me.....
The sun hovers on the horizon and
shimmers its rays across the sea.
In this snatched moment life is balanced -
as I breathe in its peace and tranquility.
A life's quest for contentment encapsulated
in this serene instant...... suspended ......
mentally photographed for posterity.
Glimpsed - then gone - as the journey continues.
Now, today, in this time frame, in this instant,
I am happy: I have found it; the elusive
rare butterfly; the slippery eel caught - held -
then gasped for as it slips from my grasp.
When I look back on this time, this place.
I know it will be remembered fondly.
I will handle it gently, removing it from
the cerebral tissue paper which preserves it....
carefully unwrapping, piece by piece.....
trying to recapture the clarity; the colours,
the mood, but not quite as my memory
becomes ravaged by the blurring of time.
I recall when the sun hovered on the horizon
and shimmered its rays across the sea.
In that snatched moment, already gone,
I found perfect contentment and peaceful symmetry.