Monday 24 February 1992

Shattered Hopes


If only you would notice,
that I'm around you everyday,
but you barely acknowledge my existence,
before you go on your way.
I wish you'd stop a moment,
take the time to talk,
but you're always far too busy,
I guess it could never work.
You have so many interests,
I know I'm not one,
I thought maybe I might have been,
but my hopes were soon undone.
I wanted you to like me,
to be interested, to call,
maybe even get together,
just me and you, that's all.
But now I know you're busy,
you just don't have the time.
I'm not quite that important,
to be able to make you mine.

Friday 21 February 1992

Serenity


The sun is warm upon my back
the sky a blissful blue
I lie down here
and dream
of being here with you.

The light is tainted softly green
by the fresh summer leaves
I lie down here
and listen
to the rustle of the breeze.

The atmosphere is peaceful
so tranquil, serene and calm
I lie down here
and believe
the world can do no harm.

The stream provides my music
with it's tilting, babbling song
I lie down here
and wonder
at the lack of something wrong.

This place is my sanctuary
my hideaway, my home
I lie down here
and gain
the strength to carry on.

Wednesday 12 February 1992

Lessons in Appreciation


I left my native country
and travelled to this land
I left them all behind me
and now alone I stand

Those old familiar faces
I discredited before
but now they are so far away
I appreciate them more

Their love I once rejected
and turned away in scorn
I overlooked and tossed aside
those to whom I was born

Their love was unconditional
and no matter how I tried
their support remained unstinting
These people I left behind.

How could I have been so foolish
Could I have been so blind
but now I am so far away
It's their love that I find.

Tuesday 11 February 1992

Home


I miss the gray-blue water
that laps against the shore.
Lamlash - Photo courtesy of Tina Chalmers
I miss the well-known scenery
that I can touch no more;
the rolling hills and tall fir trees,
the leafy paths and gurgling streams,
the rocky mountain capped in snow
are encompassed in my dreams.
I remember all those things
in the views I know so well
the caressing breeze and moonlit bay,
in my memories they swell.
I wipe away my tears
and see the scene so clearly
the island that I love
this place I hold so dearly.
Little did I realize
while surrounded by their beauty
that I would miss them all so much
when forced to do my duty.

Friday 31 January 1992

Extremes


Loneliness, like a thick, imposing cloud
ensnares, encloses and lingers.
Like a smothering blanket
Trapping all traces of hope
Is there no way out?

Rejection, like a sharp, poisoned arrow
pierces, contaminates and destroys.
Like a gleaming silver dagger
it tears your heart apart
Can you stay alive?

Love, like a simple, gentle flower
grows, blossoms and blooms
Like the eye of the storm
it rests between the two
and makes it all worthwhile.

Tuesday 28 January 1992

Loss


My love, like an ancient Grecian pillar,
crumbled, cracked and crashed
like a burned out shooting star
it fell into the abyss
but through the darkness shines light