Floating shelf

Turning
Churning
Yearning
Learning
Time ticks by so slowly now
Careless
Fractious
Nauseous
Cautious
As my temperament will allow
Cold
Feeling old
No longer bold
What's to behold
When I look at myself?
Sinner
Thinner
Just a beginner?
Better go make dinner
Put me back on my shelf

Night and Day

You may blame me for night turning to day
You may blame me for black and white turning in to grey
I'll take the rap for Kennedy's assassination
And badly spelt letters, it was the dictation
It's my fault the moon affects the tides
And that no one knows where Wee Willy Winky hides
Ticking of the clock, that's down to me
As is the buzzing of the pretty bumble bee
The way a tune sticks in your mind
That's also my fault, I'm certain you'll find
Apologies the snow falls in plentiful drifts
And that workers have to cover a variety of shifts
I beg forgiveness for the rising sun
And the noisy blast of an angry gun
Sorry for each and every chore
And how your hands are so often sore
It's all my fault, I am so sorry
But for one thing I'll make no apology
See, i love you, you know
And my love continues to grow
And it will ever more
Of that I'm quite sure
But I'll never say sorry for loving you so
I'll just love you more as I ebb and I flow
Because, to me, you are perfect, just so
So I can't be sorry for loving you, no
And I'm glad I have this passion inside
You've reminded me that my heart's still alive
And my love will endure, come trial or endeavour
My lady, I'm yours, for ever and ever

Silent Sunday - Standing Room Only

A billion miles

Sometimes
You seem so very far away
That a word or call
Can’t bring you closer, anyway

On occasions
I just can’t get that near to you
Feel very separated from
Your heart, your smile, your view

And distance?
I really don’t do distance very well
Makes me thrum deep down inside
My heart will burn and swell

And I realise
That you love me all of the whiles
But my heart can't close the gap that feels
Like a billion miles

Silent Sunday - The colours of my heart

Eyes right

Turning a corner
I spy you there
Fresh as a daisy
Pretty and fair

Wonder if you
Spy me the same way?
Except for the pretty
That's not me any day

And I wonder what people think
When they first meet me
How do they feel?
What do they really see?

I know what I focus on
When greeting someone new
It's the eyes, just the eyes
Be them brown, green or blue

They're just so expressive
Windows to the soul
Can't hide what's inside
Can't be playing a role

And in these days of email
And tweets and more
I find it quite difficult
It's often a chore

To read who they are
From the words that they 'speak'
Like I just get a glimpse
Or the tiniest peek

But there are some, now
Whose words speak aloud
The meaning's quite clear
It stands out, perfectly proud

And these I feel close to
Right from the start
Like their words dive in
Reach straight to my heart

And if you're one of those
I'm happy you're here
I like to look up
And find that you're near

Pastures new

Brooms sweep, out with the old
Throw the unwanted out in the cold
Stop, take stock, see where you are
Plan the journey, have to go so far
The road winds away almost out of view
Come journey with me, you, and you

Our footfalls make a lovely sound
Echoes and our laughter abound
Share the moments that come our way
I'll try to tell you every day
What made me happy and made me smile
Try to stop by here, once in a while

If my tone seems off occasionally
Suppose I'm just really being me
Not bottling it up, but releasing it all
So I keep my pride, and don't have to fall
But all will come good in time
And I'll tell you about it all in rhyme