Dream Journey

About to close my eyes here in Cambridge, and thought I’d muse about the night. Enjoy the poem, and sweet dreams to all.

Who knows
where we lie
when we sleep.

Future friends
almost known
past loves
kissed again
and forgotten
when night parts
with the bright
burning
of sun’s eye.

My limbs sink
eyes seek
darkness
and the place
we once lay
under yesterday’s stars.

Walking home in the fading light

As the days here give way to autumn nights, I was inspired to write about the passage of time, using the metaphor of the change of seasons.

Walking home in the fading light

I’m walking home in the fading light
Beneath the sun on a summer’s night
Golden rays and honey hue
Touch my cheek – I think of you

My spirits lift, the sky’s still bright
I’m walking home in the fading light
Your voice, an angel’s cherished song
I hear, just when I thought it gone

Upon my cheek, your gentle hand
Old, you’re with me as we planned
I’m walking home in the fading light
A memory of past delight

Your eyes a honey coloured hue
Fade and leave me in the blue
As day recedes to darker night
I’m walking home in the fading light