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This is my old AOL journal and I have neglected it shamefully.
I now give it a header that will speak more eloquently for the contents than this entry ever could.

YOU

Let every footstep you take

                                          carry you to the next

Let every footstep you take

                                          lead you to the next

Let every footstep you take,

                                           hold you safely

                                                                      so you may look carefully

For the next  

                       Footstep to take. 

 

LOOK and LISTEN to the MUSIC

It can save you from a false step

It was written and composed by genius

Step in the footfalls of genius and you will not fall

WALK TALL my friends

WALK ON

IN THE STEPS GIVEN YOU FREELY BY LOVE

walk on and I will always walk beside you

Together we will win for truth, loyalty, faith, hope and above all LOVE

 

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Rhythm and Rhyme in Reason

I see the oak is undressing for the night,

   Soon a riot of colour will race through the air,

   Yet none will rival the feathers I wear,

And the simple song in white,

For a fleeting moment the water will carry

   Every possible hue and shade,

   Autumn invites all to her parade,

When sun and moon marry.

 

The earth will sing of long summer days,

   And bring to the wedding feast

   The most that will always be the least,

For she is well versed in nature’s ways,

The water will ring my silent song,

   Listen and you will surely see

   Musical waves surrounding me,

Now here is where I belong.

 

Look and you will surely hear,

   Waves of light on a passing melody,

   That once was played by an old oak tree,

Time now brings the music near,

The water dances and echoes the sound,

   My shadow sings in her domain,

   Like day and night I shall remain,

Reflecting rhythms that abound.

Tags: day, night, colour, water, season, sun, moon, earth, music, light, rhythm, dance, echo, shadow, wave, wedding

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Home

Image credit ROB

She stood silent in the doorway,

Uncertain whether to enter,

Or leave whether to go or stay,

Why had she come? What had sent her?

The weary sun sinks in the sky,

Clouds escorting him are leant a

Royal robe and parade on by,

A large flock of geese homeward bound,

Call to each other as they fly,

Eagerly sing their joyous sound.

It is all still as she recalled,

From the old faded blue front door,

To the garden ordered and walled,

Many years spent looking for more,

Had drawn her to lands far away,

Angry words spoken in haste saw,

Her not return until today,

Wealthier but poorer and sad,

The price too high she’d had to pay,

She calls, ‘It’s me. I’ve come home Dad.’

Music drifts on the evening air,

A crane fly dances in the night,

She can only listen and stare,

As it weaves in and out of light,

And seems to interpret the mood,

Of the melody and her fight,

And the loss of the love she rued,

It brushes gently on her jaw,

And she with new calm is imbued,

Then it flies through the open door.

 

I wrote this many months ago after listening to John Barry's 'Eternal Echoes'. Last night a crane fly danced around a picture in my lounge and gave me the photographs to illustrate the words that the track 'Returning Home' had inspired.

I hope the photographs don't upset anyone, I caught the fly in a glass very carefully and set it free in my garden. I don't have a lawn so I rarely get them in the house thankfully!

Tags: sun, sky, cloud, music, night, dance, door

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A Quiet Smile Lasts

In a sky larger than the horizon can hold,

   The midsummer sun rules the night,

      Attending clouds reflect his light,

   It moves over the waves in mercurial flight,

And secrets of the music unfold,

It sings quietly of the fire in a star,

   And covers a sleepy northern isle,

      In such a gentle calming style,

   This unforgettable smile

Dark days of winter will not mar.

 

Tags: sky, light, night, sun, star, music, season, smile

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Who wants to be a Princess?

The Hebridean Princess sails regally out of the harbour,

Like a faithful dog the small boat shepherds its’ charge

Safely through the deep channel toward the open sea,

Joined for a moment by need and care the partnership forges

An unspoken bond that rides the white foam between them,

And like a sheepdog happy to have accomplished his task

Running down the hillside in a flash of black and white,

The pilot boat returns waving a white water tail high,

That reflects sunlight it streams out like silvered smoke.

I have no desire to be a princess but part of me cries out

For simple guidance through the dangerous waters I sail,

Yet another part feels a need to care that I cannot satisfy,

I feel lost in the foam without direction or purpose,

Barely survive being wrecked on the rocks,

Repeatedly sail too close to the wind for comfort,

I am an endangered boat and a lost sheepdog,

I cower from the pain with my tail between my legs,

There can be no joy in me when no job is well done.

 

Instinctively I seek a haven for my mangled mind,

   Words to hold ideas that might mend with a magic thread

      The deep weeping wounds of my broken heart,

   Wind round and weave my thoughts into the beauty instead

      That I see all around, touch happiness and never part,

So no matter how far I roam I will always find

   Myself at home on the journey I must travel,

   The tangled thread of my life I shall slowly unravel,

And spin the two together so they become safely entwined.

 

To a new found freedom I will become willingly bound,

Tied to my imagination my last dreams will sail,

From a safe haven toward uncharted seas,

Carrying me over waves of emotion I will ride

Through any storms into calmer waters and there

I will be held breathless between earth and sky,

Where thoughts lie frozen in time to be woken,

When the wind blows again through a foam filled crest,

And I rise to dance light as air on the deep water.

 

You may gather from this entry that things are a bit tough for me at the moment but I have every intention of catching another dream so hang on to your hats!

Tags: earth, sky, sea, wind, dream, light, sail, home, journey, heart, dance, dog, boat

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Roots

Fallen tree your roots flying free,

   In death you look victorious to me,

I sense your ancient spirit still,

   And stand in awe, I always will,

You were the best and deserve your rest,

   You stood firm and survived life’s test,

Though I am so small beside you now,

   I’ll tell your tale if you will allow.

 

Borne on the wind of chance you won,

   Your place right here under the sun,

Fed by the earth you fought and grew,

   To a height attained by very few,

Your song is ringing through the air,

   Still calling to any who would dare

To follow; grow straight and tall like you

   And reach for the light in all they do.

 

Everything you heard and all you saw,

   You hold in time like an open door,

Through which we can listen and look,

   Some hear and see the day the earth shook,

As you surrendered the wealth in your store,

   Returning her gifts with so much more,

The forest still echoes to the sound,

   While you lie sleeping on the ground.

 

I touch the moment I heard your song,

   It caresses the air with beauty, yet

    The strident call wins every bet,

Always sounding both clear and strong,

I would walk quietly in your shade,

   I would grow up toward the light,

   And under the full moon of the night,

Try to match the shadow you made.

 

Tags: tree, light, moon, night, earth, wind, shadow, death, time