dim light of cloudy storm
strong winds swept
drumming sounds of rain
dancing boughs of trees
I thought I would see what with words I could do
wrote a few poems, well quite a few
and skilfully made a point or two.
But I found that I couldn't do with words
I will be the wind and you will breathe the air I bring
and you will delight as I whisper through your hair
bringing rain to wet your tender skin with tears.
A man went in search of facts,
the aim of which was simply that,
he would understand in time,
what all this is and who am I.
Like a Stradivarius
vibrating in a human
soul with God guiding
Its gliding bow.
Oh blank paper,
mirror of my mind.
White heart, where is the blood
to run like words
Downcast and burdened with a thousand cares.
Staring at a complex world of conflict and despair.
Imagining the worst and gripped by fear.
You are as the gentle morning rain
Giving life to all that here below remain
Your scope unlimited across this earth’s terrain
Each speckled spot of moistness