A bushel of white light,
Opens wide,
To let in some more –
The gatekeepers of goodwill,
They shine down,
With ever-resplendent warmth.
A bushel of white light,
Opens wide,
To let in some more –
The gatekeepers of goodwill,
They shine down,
With ever-resplendent warmth.
To all the loves
And the loves beyond,
A signature step bound your way
A moment’s reflection
Has far-reaching implications ,
Along with a flair,
For the collector’s art.
The highs and the lows,
Of mountain tides galore,
Paves the way for something more dramatic –
Goofy personas,
Their sunny outlooks,
Trailblazing through the plenty horizons.
Where our roads meet,
And where our roads end,
Can only be the voice of a supreme love.
To forge connections,
And to form bonds,
Forms the baseline,
Of all creative endeavours.
The best time of the year,
When the grass is green,
And the heat shallow –
Wind in the face,
And joy in the heart,
A testimony of things to come.
A rose-thorn bush,
In the need for continuous grooming,
Feels the need –
To be ever changing.
The heart, as it dwells on its many contentions,
It swells and fades,
With the might of a million pearls.
As a standard, it flutters
As a double standard, it even hopes
For green pastures and many wonderful nights.
A solitary soul,
On a reflective path
Meets the collective force,
Of a million voices
A strange tryst of destiny
Gives forth,
The searing light,
Of destinies unknown.
As time flies by,
With you and I,
And the world to witness
Not one foresees,
In the making,
The behemoth of memories,
And the clairvoyance of many more.
The best of what’s to come
A cornucopia of ideas
A simple lament of a better place
Sunset shine on the wary lake.