My Tales Within

Beauty waits for the beholder

Beauty
Waits for the eyes
That sees

For when
It recognises
It glows

then it
truly becomes
Beauty

First thing on my mind

Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

Where’s my pen?

I am the seed

My job is done
I am now to wither 
To merge with the soil
And feed the nether

From my nectar 
Will rise the next
Drawn to me 
They did the rest

My colour is lost
that was me indeed
I am not gleaming in the sun
I am in the depths, buried 

I am withering away
Yet I am complete
I am not the flower now
I am the seed

Bad dream

Have you ever had a bad dream, that wakes you up sweaty, and then it lingers in a fuzzy way? And scared to even fall asleep. So you stay awake… Staring at the dark….

Bad dream
Plays out 
Torments
behind the closed eyes

Cold Sweat 
on the brow
and a pounding heart
That almost died

Woke up 
relieved
It was unreal
made up with a bunch of lies

Awake now
Dream yet lingered 
Fading, yet Laden
With a list of whys 

Unreal t’was
But the fear wasn’t
limits of reason
It brazenly defies

I try and forget
and sleep again
unable to shed the memory
Despite the eager tries

There I lay
Staring at the dark 
Afraid of my own mind
Of what it can conjure and fantasise

Half asleep
Or half awake
drifting in between 
the fretful mind and tired eyes

The painter up there

My first sight

I saw your splendour
In my first sight before dawn
And my world glowed too

In the rough

For the love of golf!!

A different sky

A hopeful ray (a musette)

In sky
A hopeful ray
Shines high

White brush
Painting the clouds
Grey blush

Same ray
Brings back the hope
Each day

Yes, I wrote a Musette

Carrying the sky

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