Gerard Taylor Poems
The singing of birds from the moment of dawn
To the sounds of chattering voices
I awake to this beautiful morn
A essence of bloom flows in with the breeze
My start to this day fills me with ease
A walk through the park
A gathering of thoughts
This day comes in colours
And all different walks
Once so near yet so far, a river to cross,
i see were you are.
Your shadows reflect my whispering past,
These ripples, these stones
Seem to die out fast.
Its coming near, as the tide brushes up against the pier.
I lose my face in the waters deep,
As the dirt passes me by, leaving all behind.