Each New Year we leave something or someone behind us in the old year, some we will forget about and some will stay with us in our memory.
The gift of memory
Sometimes our gifts are hidden
And clearly not in view
That’s when we search for answers
To questions we once knew
But time it has a habit
Of stealing what we miss
That long forgotten name
That first elusive kiss
It all becomes a jumble
Just pictures in our minds
Things that have no titles
Like shops without a sign
No wonder its confusing
No wonder it brings fear
For the brain that lasts a lifetime
Is now quite full my dear
But please don’t press the reset
You’ll lose what went before
Just amble through your memories
For there’s no one keeping score.
So crisp beneath my footsteps
The earth calls out her name
For this moment she is a winter
And I know I can’t complain
For somewhere in the distance
Her summers in full play
It just I’m on the wrong side
To feel her warmth array
I don’t know how she does it
To blow so hot and cold
As she dances in the cosmos
Whose darkness does enfold
In her heart she burns so brightly
As to the sun she tilts
But the crispness of my moment
It makes my garden wilt
For half of her is sleeping
While half is still awake
As here upon my side
She takes her winter break
PTT DEC13
It’s such a windy winter
The world is full of drafts
Sneaky little breezes
Beneath the door and glass
No matter how we cuddle
We can’t escape it’s rush
As outside in the garden
It shakes up every bush
The trees thank God are empty
So bend and sway with ease
Though gust they are so forceful
Their very roots they tease
Ships they stay at anchor
With waves to rough to roam
Breaking on the shoreline
Against the rocks they comb
Best batten down the hatches
I’m sure there’s more to come
Within this windy winter
That just goes on and on…
That Distant Horizon
Beyond my view
Can’t see the world
The way I do
To see my soul
In all it’s form
From birth till death
And then reborn
The sands of time
Beneath my feet
In restless shifts
New life to greet
What colour skin
Will I adorn
When from the womb
My Soul is torn
What challenge new
Do I accept
What joyous theme
Do I have left
How can I let
The Angels cry
As they do bid
A fond goodbye
As through the light
I hurry down
To take upon
My earthly crown
And face a new creation
Some of the greatest mistakes I have ever made , made perfect sense to my ego at the time – PTT
Music on You Tube – All that glitters is not gold – John Paul White
May I wish you a Happy New Year
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