Who turned out the Light?

Who turned out the light?
A child is now sleeping,
And angels are keeping
Guard through this dark night.

Did you hear the cries?
The wind demands to know,
Lightening shafts show
Where silence now lies.

Did you see the tears?
Without any end flow,
Bathing bruises below
Eyes haunted by fears.

Through the falling rain,
A dream is set free,
And you shall never see
This child’s like again.


I wrote this in response to posts on .Indigo's journal I have no photograph to upload but the words paint the picture. Please use the link and read her words.

Requiem

This may not rhyme but give it time
To tell a tale that’s full of woe,
There was once a brave tall ship,
Sailing where no one has gone before,
Carrying a precious virtual dream,
Fighting her way against the stream,
Always opening the next locked door,
Only trying her level best to equip
Leaders so that they might show
Loyalty and honour is the way to go,
Instead the ship was loaded with rats,
I know about them they feed on waste,
Then in lean times desert their host,
And I know which I loathe the most,
Of incessant greed of rats or their taste,
Lies and rumours, betrayal by blind bats,
Hide your guilt and desert this dream,
Float away on a faster running stream,
Who is your Captain? Are they fit to lead?
What are their laws? Can they even read?
What will you do when the north wind blows?
Seek another ship? Where? Who cares or even knows?
This ship may die, but I will stay,
If only her requiem to silently say,
You tried your best that is all any can do,
Rest in peace; let me lie alongside you.
And when the sun sets on your voyage of discovery,
Only your lights will be left behind,
Leaving a trail for truth and recovery,

My Mind's Haven

Acrylic painting (the only one of mine hanging on my wall!)

I’m in my haven, what do I see,
The sea, the sea, coming for me,
I hear the waves crashing on rocks,
This is the place my heart locks,
I hear the gulls’ plaintive cry,
I see them wheeling against a blue sky,
I will be there, soon, by and by,
This is the place I’ll go when I die.




My haven’s a river, flowing free,
Water is safely holding me,
I’ve travelled far, I’ve further to go,
With much to see, hear, feel and know,
My life is running a simple straight course,
Birth to death; time the driving force,
With space to explore large and small,
Until I reach destiny’s call.

Image credit ROB

This verse I’ll write when far from you,
Over the horizon, out of view,
I’ve not the words to give you now,
Where I go the future will allow,
Stand on a beach, look out to sea,
Hear wind and waves carry song to thee,
Lift your eyes up to the skies above,
Look everywhere, find and hold love.