White butterflies fall
From a cloudy winter sky
Covering green blades
And there is where they will lie,
Slowly melting like a sigh.

‘Tis a pity they
Only dance for a short while,

There is this very special place

That’s out of bounds for man

To set foot there would be a disgrace

Your life would go down the pan!

Personal privacy is paramount

Little raindrops drip
Cool, clear liquid refreshment
To revive us all.

Before the final golden rays

Of the burning orange sun

Cease to dance in lovely ways

Around clouds soft spun

Your silhouette enchants me

And makes my spirits rise,

To get her
Looking into my eyes
And kindly interpreting my sighs
I sit close beside her,
Awaiting tender replies.

To get her
To gently hold my hand
And, no longer feel an Island

I don’t have to wait till night
To see a star shine so bright
For, on the grass I see you there,
A lone white star that makes me stare
As, often I have seen you shine

A violin string calls

From a chord pressed,

A heartstring trembles

From within her breast,

A puppet string snaps

From the stress and the strain,

Sympathetic sounds

Upon an old cottage window-sill

Within a white chipped vase

Seven pale roses droop,

Pensively looking at the stars;

The Pleiades, the “Seven Sisters”

Burn faintly up in the sky

Opalescent tints seem
To burn like a rainbow fire
Glowing round her neck,
Enhancing her fine beauty
Leaving me stunned and speechless.

Yellow flame flickers
Shadows dance upon the wall
Love grows ever strong.

A warm, clear turquoise sea
Is the stage of a beautiful scene,
A majestic stingray ballet
Paints a picture so serene.

Like giant black butterflies
Flying in a liquid sky,

Shafts of sunlight
Fill the room
Brightening my day,
Banishing gloom.

Specks of dust
Glittering in light;
Almost nothingness,
Nearly out of sight.

A thin film
Coats a golden scale,

Juicy red rubies
Glint in fleshy covering
Soon to be devoured.

My pin pricks each seed
Scarlet liquid spurts once pressed
Oozing with goodness.

The sweetest flavour

Congealed precious thoughts
Revive as pages are turned
Moving minds and hearts.

Faces on our walls
Stare at us devouring time
Tomorrow’s too soon.