By History

This rain makes me think twice

Of green grass and first light

Those shores where my heart lies

All a dream on a cold night

 

And you were there with your black ink

Carving words into stone hills

Which would fall in the sea and sink

As the tigers move in for the kill

 

But by the time they find you

Already you’re far gone

Like the terror was your cue

And a new era is born

 

Ode to Tomorrow

If eternal sleep has conquered all

When tomorrow knocks my door

Climb in through the window like old times

When we were five and four

Look through our childhood treasures

Take what truly belongs to you

And for good measure some of mine

To relive the memories all anew

The Night Bus

The Thames had always been part of her fondest memories. Walking alongside it she often thought over the past; lost loves and broken promises. It gave her comfort to know that despite the absence of things she had wanted so much in life, the elements of nature would run their course by her side. They had her back.

She was young when she had to move away, and continue life far far away from the beauty of London. The rain falls and buildings had to be left behind along with all the memories she had made there. The town squares and the little star shaped ornaments her father often brought home on special occasions.

Years down the line, she has got on with her life. She met new people, started new prospects, and aged beyond her years. 

Sometimes though, when life is particularly dreary and things seem to be falling out of place, she takes the night bus back to the city she loved most. It is still the same. The waters of Thames and the autumn leaves on the roads are exactly as she left them, so are the laughing faces at the windows of Victorian houses. She takes it all in and feels better.

It is only in these mid night dreams that she feels protected.

 

 

Flowers in Bloom

There were those days when

The sun wouldn’t lose all its shine

The talks by the Thames

And the Beauty of twilight, eternal and ever divine

I look back and see how, the world stopped to breathe

As, we journeyed on

And the stars watched, over us

Littering the skies, but now already gone

Saplings by the sidewalk

Now flowers in bloom

Pictures, on the walls

I gaze at the memories, hoping they’ll fade soon

For we all must carry on