Open arms

A new decade is upon us
It is ready to open its arms
to those who welcome it
with love.

Give without expectations
Feel with honesty
Live without
Seek within
Be brave once in a while

And love
because without it
the clock stops here.

An echo breathing

Magic arrives when it’s needed.

This message is ready for the few
for those souls
bereft of the beauty
we sometimes take for granted.

The beauty, of course, is not physical
but those things we feel
and emit
without and within

it is that echo
breathing, touching, vibrating
it is that echo.

Sometimes a sadness overshadows
a loneliness begins
a feeling of loss is found
and all we want is to escape
into ourselves
to close the curtains of our minds
and escape into the sorrows
of emptiness
where there is no light
no fire
no

but, where there is emptiness
there is of course, an echo.

It breathes with you and for you
for you are
that breathing echo
you are open to receive
those long searched for
alchemies of love.

Magic arrives when it’s needed
as love
because love
is already within us
within you now

breathing its echo.

Inhale, smile
and believe
in your beauty.

Wandering Spirits

This drum, drum, drumming
oh so gentle within us
… an echo breathing

This subtle fire deep within
bleeds its life story
giving our souls reasons to breathe

This chance to dance within light
is born when we smile
… an echo breathing

Love
within
us
… an echo breathing

Cocoon

In this cocoon
I shield myself
from both darkness and the light

I shrink away
from all those, things
which suffer me to sight

I close my heart
my desires too
for what reasons I cannot say

I know your eyes
I’ve felt your heart
but here inside is a monstrous fay

A dewy rose of innocence
your soul of shade and shine
tempts this broken gate to avow

… but I am rusted to the bone

The greater good

“It is within the sun.”

This moment of light shone
through my window
branding itself upon my feelings,
as a kiss lends itself to love.

How that moment surprised me
for I, bedraggled as I am,
am blind to love
and the tenderness it shows.

This dying unkissed breath beneath
the vapours of the sun’s light
asks only one question
expecting no answer.

If time is constant
as light is similar
what of love,
how does love compare?

I hear only silence in reply
I see only vapours of warming light
therefore I understand it is death
and yet perhaps it is something more,

for love lives eternal in the hearts
of those souls who seek it not for themselves
but for the greater good
of their neighbours.