I’d like to spend my time imagining
What life is all about and reason why
The Lord decided it was smart planning
And gave us choices to help make us try !
I’d like to spend my time imagining
What life is all about and reason why
The Lord decided it was smart planning
And gave us choices to help make us try !
Nightshades have fallen, all is dark
Tree limbs above are bare and stark
There is this silence that abounds
As nature softens all her sounds.
Yet I can see stars in the sky
That clouds keep hiding from the eye
Oh how I wish that I could be
Some wise old owl perched in a tree
Who comprehends that hopes unwind
To help us each our dream to find !
The sky is full of bits of cloud
With some that fairly shout aloud
They gather with each wind that blows
In shapes both recognized or posed.
So like an army on the move
That does its best to heav’n improve
And paints us pictures way up high
To keep us focused on God’s sky !
I used to think that I was strong
And knew therewith where I belonged
How sad to learn fate flew away
Ne’er to return e’er aft that day.
So long ago, that distant past
How foolish to believe t’would last
For dreams will keep us warm at night
But vanish with the morning light !
Oh how I wish that I might spy
A comet streaking cross the sky
Or sight a rainbow shining through
When clouds appear misted with dew.
I want to know which way to go
As evening stars commence their show
Or what it takes to reach the moon
By rocket ship or space balloon.
How wonderful this world would be
If seen with eyes of fantasy !
Tis true, tis true, all heaven knows
There is a feeling, grows and grows
We need You Lord, the night blows bold
Tis sad to think, but youth gets old.
They too must trod this selfsame road
Perhaps bearing a greater load
Remember that each breath we take
Has many varied paths at stake.
Make sure each step is firmly gripped
Without a chance, footings have slipped
Take care secure one true regard
Think safety and keep up your guard !
Have you wondered what clouds must see
While floating o’erhead lazily
And what about the mountain’s heighths
With all its smells and sound delights ?
Do you believe that clouds can tell
If all below are doing well
Or when to rain or sail away
Perhaps return another day ?
God’s world is huge and ever wide
What do you think He keeps inside,
Seems it’s a deep dark mystery
A puzzle for eternity ?
Oh Santa Claus, dear Santa Claus
I’m writing to you just because
Christmas is coming round the bend
It’s time to share it with a friend
Though not so simple as it seems
As Christmas nears it fosters dreams.
It is a season to feel young
With Yuletide carols to be sung
It would be nice if we’d return
To days when candles would be burned
When children small were told the tales
Of magic sleighs that had no sails.
The reindeer were believed to fly
Across the reaches of the sky
But let’s pretend a moment more
That elves may work in Santa’s store
It’s true I’ve never seen an elf
Except ceramic on a shelf.
Well never mind, this too shall pass
Like Alice through her looking glass
Until next year, same time, same place
Anticipating your embrace
I pray I’m not too old by then
Forgetting our remember when !
ISN’T IT WONDERFUL TO SEE WITH THE HEART OF A CHILD ?
There is a faint sound that I hear
It keeps repeating in my ear
Is it a clock ticking away
Counting the minutes of each day ?
If I were smart then I would find
Some way to make all time unwind
So I might salvage years to keep
Those that I love safe from last sleep !
Repeated for hundreds of years or more amongst ourselves
Are stories of the jinn and little folk, fairies and elves
Reminding us that the mystery of life is just that
Charming and enchanted tales recovered from life’s magic hat
Teaching us morals and lessons of what our lives could be
Without losing attachment to our God’s reality !
Sometimes I wish I had a horse
Not one who races on the course
But wooden, painted, made by hand
By skilled craftsmen whose work is grand.
Carousel horses can be smart
Carved and sculpted right from the heart
With pony tail that flicks and flies
Plus eyelashes o’er bright glass eyes.
Oh what a thrill that it would be
To ride that swift painted pony,
I dream that one day I may find
That special horse my mind combined !
There are those days I wish that I
Could clip-on wings and learn to fly
Think how much fun that task would be
To soar across both land and sea.
I’d spread my wings like eagles bold
And head on south in winter’s cold
There would not be a need to pack
I’d wear a knapsack on my back.
That sure might be a funny sight
One old grandma on her first flight !
Who knows where we’re going or where we’ve been
“Not I”, said the top who began to spin
While the jacks and the ball started to play
The electric clock tried to run away.
As the toys in the playroom danced about
Tin soldiers awoke and started to shout
Oh such fun it was to play let’s pretend
So sorry childhood must come to an end !
My thoughts do turn to silly things
Like hugs and kisses and brass rings
Like elephants and tiger eyes
A world chock full of wild surprise
A heart that’s packed with joy and peace
And music that will never cease.
Ballet shoes made of satin white
That keep on dancing through the night,
The love of God and angels sweet
Who choose to walk with unclad feet
Chocolates and marshmallows too
To help our sweetest dreams come true !
I feel the mist that covers all
While winding through the shades of fall
Seems life survives beneath this tent
Of autumn days that God has sent.
The leaves that fly along the street
Now dog the foosteps of our feet,
Ambitious winds that heave and sigh
Impatient now await goodbye.
The seasons come, the seasons go
This is the pattern that we know
So little changes as we pass
Our lives before God’s looking glass !
I look around what do I see
A world that’s built on fantasy
It’s all about the vampire’s touch
Super heroes, witches and such.
While Spiderman or rich Bruce Wayne
Are concepts both wild and insane
Star Wars, Aliens and Doctor Who
Bewitched, Bedazzled, through and through.
I find my world is quite enough
I’m not yet ready for this stuff
I fear for what may be in store
Seems true, nothing’s real any more !
Oh how I wish that I could be
A riv’let running to the sea
That constant trickles down the drain
The remnants of the night time rain.
A drip, drip, drip upon the wall
Now gathers fast at evenfall
And makes its downward way complete
Runoffs from gully, stream and street.
The volume growing as it flows
Cross valleys, fields and tall hedgerows
Until at last its task is done
And we have breached the river’s run !
There is a world that lives within the magic of my mind
And in this place I know exists the actions that I find
A road that twists along the way and creatures that I meet
Are there to greet this stranger as I travel on their street.
Have you ever seen a mermaid when you’ve been out to sea
I’m sure that I have not nor anyone that’s known to me
Seems mermaids were a help to men at least a thousand years
There is a place on the Rhine I’ve been told that one appears,
Unlike the Disney creatures who know all the rights from wrongs,
The sailors call them Lorelei they sing enchanted songs.
Like Homer’s Sirens tempted those from Troy who homeward bound
Did flounder on the rocks about on hearing their sweet sound,
I’m sad that I might have to spend another thousand years
To hear a mermaid chant her song into my waiting ears !
I do not think I’d like to be
A great big fish who lived asea
Or even just a liitle one
Who swims around a tiny pond
I might consider alternates
Without the use of fishing nets.
Perhaps glass bowl or maybe tank
In which the chest and diver sank
To sandy bottom rich in shells
Midst pirate tales each sailor tells,
Oh what a treasure there must be
Of stories spun about the sea !
Along the shore the seashell hides
It’s tossed about by feckless tides
There polished by the caustic sands
To fit into small childish hands,
And with each one they will dream on
Imagining some marathon
Of voyages across the seas
In their shell crafts upon the breeze.
Oh what a tale adventure spells
And how much joy the journey tells
As children dream while magic spins
Their seashell ride into the winds !
The pigeon perched upon my sill
He saw his image in the pane
And for a moment stood quite still
He preened and turned around again.
I wonder if he questioned why
There was a fellow in the glass
And who could be that handsome guy
He didn’t look like second class !
Oh silly bird, what thoughts we keep
I really think you are a dear
You close your eyes, are you asleep
I pray you stay forever near !
I wish I were a lily pond
With fronds so large frogs sun upon
Where bees that buzz and zap about
Do forage there to find a spout
Of honey dip where they may sup
Like queens who nip from golden cup.
Or fragile birds who’ll take a sip
And clean themselves or have a dip
Like magic faun who deign to hide
From human eye by waterside,
Oh such sweet paradise is there
Let’s all rejoice and choose to share !
There was a time in storyland
When castles were both large and grand
Where wizards ruled across the seas
And royalty lived as they pleased !
In storyland there is no pain
The dragons all have fought in vain
The heroes dress in white and gold
And children love the stories told !
I think I might have liked it there
While we all know that’s not quite fair
Though fantasy much pleasure gives
It’s there imagination lives !
I love to see the curtain’s edge
Lift gently from my window ledge
The breeze outside comes pushing in
As lacy fluff lifts in the wind !
The fabric floats into my space
Creating gauzy veils of lace
While visions seem to spin around
Like Venus in her dressing gown !
This has no place now I’ve been told
These styles I chose are just too old
And no one cares or wants to see
Lace panels here except for me !
I’d like to be an elephant
With memory forever long,
A wrinkled trunk to honk and rant
My strength and power exceeding strong !
I’d travel with a circus troupe
To visit many foreign lands
While children all around would group
And smile and laugh and clap their hands !
Can you just picture all the joy
This spectacle would bring to me
Imagining I could employ
The magic wand my mind must be ?
Innocent mermaid with her seaweed hair
As she suns herself in the salty air
On a spacious rock that hides with the tide
She sings a lilt that wells up from inside
And thinks of her life that will never change
Because the ocean’s the depth of her range,
Poor mermaid at sea with no future dream
A victim of fates impossible scheme.