Somewhere the expressions
Should find a vent;
The deep yearnings that
Lay underneath
...
The Twigs are dry
And have fallen
The dead Leaves abound;
High up on a remote branch
...
The Rays dawn
Bringing new Hope;
The pale yellow
Which was so green
...
The time to Rest
Is later.
The dark Night
Is about to ebb
...
The soft touch of petal
Which felt so pristine
Now alludes my life
Lost in oblivion
...
…While it lasts
And then people move on
Leaving behind new seasons…
...
Sifting through the Blues and Greens
And the Reds of life
I struggle to bring a dash of those colours
Which create a perfect Rainbow;
...
The ominous boundaries
That we continue to create today
Leave us irreparably divided.
The pains of seclusion
...
When you venture
Alone
Into the unknown,
The ripples
...