The River.

Running water speaks of long summers eve,
Weeping willows whisper, you cannot leave.
Sparkling river has stories to share,
where swallows and larks play on the air.

Heron waits , and waits ,its supper time,
Flash of blue, kingfishers flit , branch to vine.
Halcyon water flowing to its end,
with sunlight shimmering on this rivers bend.

Sun majestically sweeps its bow,
summers shadows , fade but grow.
We sat on a bench , in timeless ease,
one with nature , only us to please.

Summer breeze tells of a love affair,
as if you and I were the only ones there.
Seasons change as everything will,
down by the river , I think of you still.

 
Written by Ray Sinclair on 09/01/14
© 2014 Ray Sinclair

Forever Turning.

Your life of promise pain and hurt.
Spring shoots break through crusted dirt.
Youth long faded old bones that ache,
labels you thought mattered,now only fake.

Frozen rivers await the thaw ,
barren trees flower,natures law.
Child of change you became old,
storms that raged,did you hold ?

Moon lights the night, sun shines by day,
all that lives must decay.
Permanent, just an illusion ?
fools feeble mind,immortal confusion .
Boats on their moorings forever turning.
change will come,are you learning ?

What a drama this life you've led,
chasing love ,your heart has bled.
You must be brave, never hide,
Such a beautiful play , life's worth the ride .

Written by Ray Sinclair on 20/08/16

© 2016 Ray Sinclair

   Silence In Between .

Dark the night,moonshine gone,

spider’s web,gossamer spun.

Barn owl hoots surfs the air,

fox slinks out beneath her lair.

Golden brown leaves mat the ground,

field mice scurry without a sound.

Chilling breeze blows on through,

collar up,foggy dew.

Footsteps fall,ambling pace,

hands in pockets,scarf wrapped face.

Listening to the farthest sound,

where silence in between is found.

Written by Ray Sinclair on 30/03/18

© March 2018 Ray Sinclair