Tag: Flowers

I saw your paintings, and your flowers,

and I remembered when,

for just a second,

I had not lost hope.

When my long closed eyes

felt a hint of light,

when I felt at long last

my dreams could take flight,

no longer trapped in the past,

with me shrinking behind my disguise.

At times I feel I cannot cope,

yet I have always known, when troubles beckoned,

fresh hopes would follow them.

~

And I am lost

in the beauty

of the paintings

and the flowers.

~

Raindrops on petals, and

art in rusting metals,

fields bursting with colours, and

pictures of never heard album covers,

urban streets, and

tempting retreats,

solitary blooms, and

graffiti ravaged rooms,

the detail of an insect’s eyes, and

infinity found in starry skies,

peaceful scenes of quiet seas, and

poplars leaning in a breeze,

an instant of a bird in flight, and

eternity captured in the camera’s light.

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And I am lifting in the wind, with the birds in the air,

slowly drifting, I let go, I am free of my care,

swirling through the colours as the land beneath me passes,

twirling with the swallows over fields of waving grasses,

turning to the treetops that look tiny from so high,

churning through the troubled air and spinning through the sky.

~

I cannot change the winds that blow,

to where they take me, I cannot know,

music seeps into my mind,

my worries now lie far behind.

~

I accept control

is beyond my powers.

~

And I dissolve

in the world

through the paintings

and the flowers.