Yesterday

the rain's hittin' me
with respect
it is a summer rain
it isn't wet
coolin' me down
way out of town

in a field
where the only noise is
buzzing bees
takin' it home as I do
when I'm with her alone
in these Woods

the field knows
it's being used
it doesn't mind
it comes to bloom

takin' me an' Sally far away
in to the colours of the day
an' we don't mind we've got time
to lay down be surprised
by the freshness of it all

our green wall
will never come down
will never decay
we don't intend to stay
takin' it home
as to remind summer days

in their prime
where nothing was lost
with so much to give
little did we take
it didn't break
the freshness
of...
yesterday



(c) JR. 2017

 

 

 

 

Celia

she was always there
Celia, and her roses
tending them with care
she... was their only heir

caught in a web woven
out of super holiness

she was always there
Celia and her roses she
invited me to come and
see how they bloomed

as Celia did as she looked
in that perculiar way,
a rose was saved for me

and I did come and collect
it must be years back
since then many roses
came to bloom

I tended them with care
she was my garden
I...her only heir

she willingly gave me
my share
it was more I could
ever take
from

Celia...
with the roses

(c) JR.

Dusty an' Grey

a past

 

dusty an' grey

 

I climbed out of it

 

its mud clingin' like clay

 

 

can't seem to lose it,  does not fade

 

as it  should, a past could

 

 

it's not a friendly one

 

nothin' to be proud of, follows me where ever I go

 

 

it will not be gone, addin' somethin' day by day

 

 

to a past  dusty an' grey

 

 

 

a time will come

 

it will not be replaced

 

a new life will be formed, it will bloom, will be bright

 

 

where dust, has no place, an' grey

 

has turned, its better

 

side

 

 

 

(c) JR.