Long After

This song was inspired by a photograph taken by a much better photographer than I will ever be.
Please follow this link to view his work that is surely an inspiration to all and see the photograph 'Withering Roots' in the landscape room for the picture that held these words for me.

Long after the tree is felled the roots remain,
Like an anchor that still lies on the seabed,
Long after the ship slipped the chain
That held her in time and instead
Sailed away, to an unknown shore,
That holds a haven for the souls that bled
For life, while never asking more,
Than what that love could restore.

The sky holds a warning of the storm to come,
Far worse than any that felled the tree,
Or carried away the souls struck dumb
By violence, while fighting to be free,
Between the past and future the present stands,
And holds a haven for you and me,
For life, while it understands,
That variety makes our different lands.

Reach for the Sky

'Air, Fire and Water' From Visual Counterpoint

Touch the morning with wonder in your heart,
Reach for the light to show you the way,
Seek knowledge that teaches wisdom to play your part,
Live for every second of every given day,
Speak with the silence that holds all sound,
And leave every lie in the dirt where it lay,
Touch the night as it covers the ground,
With every breath the sky ever found.

The air holds every song ever to be sung,
A moment holds every feeling ever to be felt,
The sky with every wonder is eternally hung,
And the Earth accepts every blow it is dealt,
No touch can change the past that must stay
Frozen in the grave of time no sun can melt,
Or bring to life what we wanted to say,
And re-enact on the stage of another day.

The fire burns within every human heart,
Asking to be fed with faith and hope,
Waiting to be hit by Cupid’s dart,
And standing firm on the slippery slope,
Bleeding for life while marking time’s beat,
It holds the power that enables all to cope,
With every success always incomplete,
And even the most humiliating defeat.

The water flows in time’s river and sings,
Of oceans holding memories of old,
And every blessing the future brings,
To the darkness held in hearts so cold,
That no voice ever spoke the words they said,
Until one who walked this earth so bold,
And told the dead to rise and carry their bed,
Then with five fishes and loaves his followers fed.

This post is linked to an entry on Home The Journey, as it uses the same photograph.

Death Asks the Last Question

'The past holds the Present for the Future' From Visual Counterpoint

If only I could sing so the sound held my words,
If only I could dance so the rhythm held my heart,
If only I could answer the question with the truth,
I would live forever within the instant I depart.

'Time dances to silent music' From Visual Counterpoint

Time holds every possibility that cries to be,
Time dances to music heard by too few,
Time answers all questions with the only truth,
That all life should respect the old and the new.

'Weave patience into the web' From Visual Counterpoint

Ask and the answer shall fill the air,
Ask to dance to this music so fair,
Ask and the truth must every moment declare,
That life shall live beyond death’s despair.

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I cannot speak in any other words of the turmoil that I live in.

I do not expect anyone to understand what I am trying to say.

I only wish that somehow my words might speak for you and help you overcome any difficulty you face.

Drawn by Light

'Drawn by Light' mono From Colour Contrast Continuity

Held by energy within the dark,
Requiring light to be seen,
The past and present must mark
Time, as the future will surely wean
The rings from the bark and build,
A home living beyond this scene,
To a dream imagination filled,
And every hope that destiny willed.

'Drawn by Light' From Colour Contrast Continuity

Light holds colour within the dark,
But like a song requires an air,
To give a reason to rise, as the lark,
And with a new dawn calls those that dare
Reach into the unknown and try to learn,
Wisdom always holds knowledge with care,
In a heart that will forever burn,
With every hope these times yearn.

To Apollo the God of Music, Inspiration, Prophecy, Medicine and Pastoral Life

The Apollo American space programme for landing men on the moon was proposed by President J.F. Kennedy in 1961.
On July 20th 1969 the first landing took place on the Apollo 11 mission and a further five landings were accomplished to December 11th 1972.
But perhaps NASA’s ‘greatest hour’ was the recovery of the Apollo 13 crew that lost their dream to walk on the moon but drove home the truth that nothing will ever conquer the spirit that lives to learn more.

'Northern Light' From Colour Contrast Continuity

Weave from one moment with the thread of time,
A dream to clothe the future with gold,
Leave every moment with a lasting rhyme,
To echo the past in words etched so bold,
Listen to life and hear the silent call
Of truth, as down the river it is sold,
Stand firm for belief in the greatest leap,
Remember nothing of worth ever comes cheap.




I do not have a photograph of the moon that would do justice to this theme.
So I give you a photograph of the sun that will, given the opportunity, drive the moon from the sky and blind us to the existence of the darkness of space.
In the country of the blind the one eyed man is king.
Look through the eye of a telescope and reach beyond the horizon.

Cry My Beloved Country

'Cry Out Loud' From Let the end try the man

No sign has been written to show the way,
A blank canvass is held by time high,
No words can tell the right path to take,
No memory gives the reason why,

This transient life is fragile and fails
To capture the essence that calls
From beyond the horizon to few that hear
The event before the present falls.

No sign has been written that shows my way,
I paint a blank canvass with white,
To hold words that simple thought can create,
And show this holds all secrets in light.

This moment in time will pass like the rest,
While justice is blinded by lies,
No words can relate the pain I feel,
When I hear the future’s childish cries.

No Rhyme for Revenge

Reason reaches beyond the silence it holds

'Wham Bam' From Let the end try the man

Silence the rage that rises so bold,
Smother the breath that whispers revenge,
Wipe out the memory that holds the pain
Wait for time to erase every stain,
Silence the rage that rises so cold,
Smother the breath that this story told.

Reason remains where rhyme has no place,
Remember the breath that whispers of silence,
Hold every memory that echoes the love
Waiting through time to fall from above,
Reason demands a place in this race,
And defies all to meet it face to face.