Herb-Robert. Pink Flowers,
and small. Delicate.
The petals bruise easily under careless fingertips.
Sweet looking.
Sharp smelling.
An unwanted flower, clinging to walls and edges.
A survivor.
Daffodils. Strong,
colour of the sun.
Like lighthouses, a shining symbol of hope.
Of light.
Of life.
A bright point, Spring's triumphant return.
A promise.
Crocus. Light within dark,
Purple Joy. Saffron heart.
They look upwards, a bright wish for the future.
Yet still remember.
Reminisce.
The past is held within it's petals,a spring which never came.
A Protect
I am the Summer sun
the cold winter's breeze
Spring's new growth
The crisp autumn leaves.
I am the light
the swell of love learned
the first smile given
and the last heart burned.
I am the ocean
the moon, sun and stars
The new friends who wait
The drums and guitars.
I am all dread
The night wind's breath
every mistake
and the closed gate of death.
I am the earth
the beginning, the end
I am all things
Nice to meet you, my friend.
It'd be a lie if I told you
there's no place I'd rather be
Because there's a boat on the ocean
and I hear it calling me
It'd be a lie if I told you
there's no face I'd rather see
because the sky is bright in the ocean night
and the moons smiles down on the sea
It'd be a lie if I told you
there's nothing I want from you
because I find it hard to sleep at night
without that ocean view
But it'd be a lie if I told you
I'm content to be alone
Because without you I am nothing
and a boat is not a home.