As the Candle Burns
As the candle burns
The pages turn
With history in the making
But as we read about our past
Of things we thought would never last
And of time that life was taking
Page on page our lives unfold
Of the story to be told
In many years from whence we came
Of battles won, of things invented
People with lives not so contented
No one page is just the same
So as it flickers and sheds is light
We read on well into the night
History unfolding before our eyes
Be it a novel or a book of fact
It takes time for us to react
To release that inner, disguise
As the Candle flickers and burns
The wax down the candle onward it churns
Illuminates the flower bowl as ease
Its red leaves flutter in the light evening breeze
As through yonder window it creeps
While everyone else in the house quietly sleeps
What wonders do we discover and take in?
A wondrous feeling since we begin
To understand from whence we came
Compared to history our lives today are tame
So as I put down my nightly read
Sleep succumbs if I succeed
To contain my excitement of what I have learned
Collected that for which I have yearned
Some detail of our former existence
The love, the pain with no resistance
As slumber overtakes my mind
I am sure tomorrow more knowledge I will find
A little bird flew into my garden
It was a Robin I think
Lands on my bird table and sits in the water
To bathe and to have a drink
Oblivious at first
To any other thing
Seemed to be enjoying himself
Fluttering his damaged wing
He had obviously been hurt
In some mishap or a scrap
And was taking advantage
Of the water laid on tap
But lurking in the undergrowth
Was Blue, next doors cat, an English Grey
Whose was thinking to himself no doubt?
To catch our robin redbreast
Before he flew away
So stealthily creeping nearer
As our little friend did rest
Oblivious to the danger he was in
So far away from his safe nest
But I need not have been worried
Because when the cat did pounce from off the floor
Our Robin was more alert than I thought
And flew in through my door
Standing on my kitchen table
He looked a funny sight
With one wing barely moveable
As he twittered by the light
I put out my hand and he jumped on
As if to say, I know I will be all right
Then I bathed his little damaged wing
And used matchsticks as struts to mend the break
Then bandaged it all up together
A real injured soldier did he make
He stayed indoors with me for almost a week
Sleeping in a box underneath the stairs
His injuries keeping him in a sedate mood
Until, I removed his temporary repairs
Then he flapped his wings and chirped away
So, I opened up the door
And he flew away so majestically
Sadly for me, to be seen no more
In Slumber
In slumber I gently rest
My knees upon my chest
Wings outstretched behind me
A symbol of a spirit free
The stars shine brightly in the sky
They know that I am so nearby
Trapped here in this windowed heart
Of which it and I will never part
I sleep to dream of a life now past
The heavenly die has now been cast
No longer mortal I may be
Now an Angel’s life forever for me
Look through my window what do you see
A bright new world, a heart so wild and free
My past is past, my future a magical mystery tour
For a Guardian Angel am I for evermore
The Old Man
At evening the old man would play
As if colours sighed themselves in strings
Like a rainbow he lit the room
With every note or tune
Love and loves beauty, echoed out
Like water to flowers
His violin spoke like it was alive
Like telling his music in words
To those who would listen and enjoy
Outside in the streets the sound
Rang out for miles
His dedication to his art
Came from within his very soul
He creates a magical world of sound
As each note is played with love and deep attention
His mind with only one thought
His music, his solace
Played through a heart that comes alive
With each passing note played
Each night he would play until early morning
At day when he could
Never tiring of his creations
Under his guidance the Violin became alive
It spoke to him, and he listened
That’s what made the Music so wonderful
They created it together
With love and perfect harmony
Together
Knocking on Heavens Door
Here I stand a-waiting
To join that special band
On my way to St. Peters gate
To enter the Promised Land
I have lived my life, my time has come
Now I go to a better place
No time to weep, no time to cry
Thank the Lord my life was no disgrace
As I ride my cloud up to the stars
Where Heaven awaits me now
I always hoped that’s where my time would end
Always knew it would somehow
The staircase seems long and winding
As my steps get heavier as I walk that walk
Only time to think and dream
I have no time to talk
Even in my own mind it seems
It’s an endless path to what may never exist
The higher I seem to float along
These negative thoughts I must desist
What if I am refused entry, what will I do?
Could that really happen to me
Of course not when standing at my side
I have you my Guardian Angel, looking after me you see
Grandad land
Grandad land is a place like heaven
Where one can disappear
Shut out all the daily noises
A place granddad holds so dear
Where women talk in silent voices
And the kids are rarely seen
We are spared the great indignity
Of being called geriatric, senile, or unclean
It is a place that time can pass
So blissful, serene and quiet
Away from the nagging and the incessant chat
And any impending family riot
The world where Rainbows shine every day
That wonderful place only he can know
So when you see Grandad looking vacant in a chair
That’s where he is, so now you know
The Greenhouse or Garden Shed
His main place of refuge when
He needs some space to be alone
In peace and tranquillity once again
He has selected hearing
For those moments which he cares for less
And occasionally you have to wonder
What planet he’s on I guess
But he will always still be Grandad
The one who will always care
As he smokes his fag and sits and dreams
In his old comfy chair
So spare a thought next time you see
That he’s drifted into his own world to get inner peace
Because when he awakes he will always say
What, when, who of course I was listening, wonders will never cease
The Pathway to Eternity
As you walk down by the Lake
Just as the Sun begins to brake
The Clouds now moving across the Sky
Drifting slowly as they pass by
The old Jetty, quiet and serene
Stands majestically, ever still, as it has always been
As you walk along its path to the Gazebo at the end
All light up, a forever friend
Walking slowly to the gateway, you enter in
And see the water, so blue so thin
That you can through it to the bottom of the Lake
A rippling sensation a water break
As you look down you start to think
If you jump in you will surely sink
To the darkness right down below
And into to oblivion you would go
Is Paradise on the other side, that’s what you may believe exists
Or is you mind just playing tricks
Why spoil what is truly a work of art
With malicious thoughts, a world apart
Just revel in the beauty you see before your eyes
Blue water rippling its gentle sighs
Take a moment, sit ye down
Wallow in the tranquillity, nary a sound
A Seagull lands upon the roof
Walks around feeling quiet aloof
As he coos his immortal tune
You look skyward and still see the moon
Disappearing on the horizon far away
Whilst the Sun has welcomed a bright new day
The lights on the pathway now disappear
But will be back tonight, never fear
It’s time to rest, to fall asleep
By the Lake with its soul so deep
The water has worked its magic charm
Now sleep well you will not come to harm
A single soul travels the world
Forever seeking salvation
Looking for that lost love
It has held since its creation
In its earthly body it hid away
Deep with a heart
Whose pumping blood helped to ensure
A living being from the very start
A walking, breathing entity
That could hold love within that heart
And hold it deep within that soul
The important, magic part
With Eyes to see the wonder
Of the world in which it had been created
A surrounding labyrinth of beauty
That would never become outdated
Staring she kindles the street windows
Of wisdom within
Like it had been written in the stars at the beginning
A fire that rekindles in her heart
Wounds filled with pain
Within her eyes you gaze
Those whom she tries not to touch
Whose eyes pursue her eyes to much?
One who watches all alone?
Memories buried deep within her soul
Through all the ages and hidden years
Her heart would melt the tears
Strong as the wind and thunder
What lies between us and the shadow shore?
A forgotten hope and a disastrous dream
Lovers of love
In a garden left alone
Waiting for you to come home
She dares to wait for a return
Of warmth again a light a heart beat
That makes the heart forget the touch of grief
A symbol of thy self made visible
In a precious pearl of hope
The voice more gentle than the rain
A single soul of salvation
It’s Just Life
We all begin in the same old way
As a baby pure and small
Learn to breathe, walk and talk
Sometimes along the way we learn to fall
Our parents try to bring us up
As we grow through our childhood years
Ina way that’s straight and true
Experiencing many fears and tears
As we grow older we become
Like our parents used to be
They’re now older than their years
Just because of me
The Air we breathe, the Sun that shines
We rely on constantly
To help us on our merry way
Throughout each and every lifelong day
Our laughter lines show our true worth
To all that we have been around
Just keep smiling in adverse times
Happiness lives in the lost and found
At last our parents say goodbye
When at last we leave the nest
They look forward to the rest of their lives
That time should be the best
The Cemetery Mole
Down in the Churchyard
in amongst the graves so still
is a little problem
and it makes me ill
A Mole has made his home
in the family plot
as for our feelings
he does not give a jot
Every time I go to tend
the grave with love and care
I am greeted by this mound of earth
so I know that he has been there
He digs away to his heart’s content
the mound gets bigger every day
so I am going to have to trap him
try to catch it in some way
So I will dig a little hole into his mound
and set a trap for him
a passer by walked over
said what are you up to Jim
Trying to catch this little varmint
who is causing me concern?
I have to teach him a lesson
so that he will learn
To leave my family plot alone
go somewhere else to dig his tunnels
because all the mounds he leaves behind
looks like a row of funnels
So I set my trap, and off I went
home for a good nights rest
satisfied I had done my duty
to catch this little pest
As I fell asleep, my mind did dream
this little creature with his pick and shovel hard at work all night
dragging the dirt to the surface in his little cart
so it would be there for me to see at early light
Suddenly there was a clanging sound
as the trap snapped down on his neck hard and fast
trapped, struggling to break free
but soon to breathe his last
I awoke with such a start
shouting Oh Lord, what have I done?
I have killed one of Gods tiny creatures
on with clothes and out I run
Down to the Cemetery at high speed
till I reached the family plot
I yanked on the trap protruding
to see what I had got
To my relief there was nothing there
I must have dreampt it all it seems
my little friend was still alive
not dead, like in my dreams
I quietly flattened out his mounds
Thought I can do that every day
It can be a special thing between us
A game that we can play
After all what harm was he doing
tunelling away
my relatives now had company
and that’s how it will have to stay