Time

Time

First to bed,

then to cradle,

as the married couple settle.

Next to work,

more to handle

with maid & ladle,

and baby in cradle.

Onto new love and life

with a sinful cradle.

Into court

with olde love's lot,

olde triphant fought.

Frail and pale,

Died, heart full of pain,

As olde love's lot forgive not.

At True Love's Gate

At True Love's Gate

There he stands,

There he waits,

At True Love's Gate

To meet his fate.

Against the wind,

Against the storm.

To await his fate

At True Love's Gate.

There she stands,
There she waits.

At True Love's Gate

To meet her fate.

Against the wind,
Against the storm.
To await her fate
At True Love's Gate.

There I stand,

There I wait.

At True Love's Gate

To meet my fate.

Against the wind,

Against the storm.

To await my fate

At True Love's Gate.

A Drop of Crimson

A Drop of Crimson

A drop of crimson

trickled down her face

sliding down her nape

into the vallay

beyond darkness

and time

Into the Darkness

Into the Darkness

With flickers of candlelight,

Into the darkness,

It beckons me

with sweets and treats.

Light wavers,

In the poison of night.
Leaving me in darkness.

To fight,

To wait,

for new Light.

The Shadow

The Shadow

It waits,
It beckons,
It lures
me into the cape of Night.

It urges,
It pleads,
It begs
me to come into the Light.

I turn,
Left and Right.
Then,
I fall into the broken light.

Fighting with all my might,
Weary, worn and scarred
by the Night.

Into the Light,
I run,
I hide
from the darkness of the Night
In the shadow of Light

Mother Nature Why Cryest So?

Mother Nature Why Cryest So?

Heart as pure as gold
Lush green as far as the eye can see,
Has turned cold.

Mother Nature why cryest so?

Conscience weak and cold,
Greed also
Has filled the soul.

Mother Nature why bleedest so?

Fields have turned icy cold
Just like the snow.
Creatures alike have turned to stone.

Mother Nature! Mother Nature savest Oh!

Life in Lonely Lane....

Life in Lonely Lane....
Life in Lonely Lane is a real pain,
Rain is the only thing to gain,
As dust rolls along this empty plane.

Life in Lonely Lane is not sane,
Clowns smeared in paint,
as laughter taints.

Life in Lonely Lane is just not the same.

My Life

My Life

In this never-ending race,
of time , age and space,
I stop to tie my lace,
as my heart pace towards my Only place.