How long is this string?
Could be shorter or longer,
How much do we need?
I’m testing the thoughts,
In line, cloudy or out there,
The moon doesn’t care.
The cup half empty,
Or half full, being filled up,
Or being emptied.
As complex as simple is.
How long is this string?
Could be shorter or longer,
How much do we need?
I’m testing the thoughts,
In line, cloudy or out there,
The moon doesn’t care.
The cup half empty,
Or half full, being filled up,
Or being emptied.
The book’s nearly done,
Waiting for funds to self print,
So do you want one?
The weather’s calmer,
It’s February, but good!
Nearly halfway through.
The moon stands proudly,
Evening and morning brightly,
That’s such a great sight.
These cold windy days,
Full of blown plans and delays,
Still getting things done.
Trying to make a change,
And straighten up and fly right,
And write a book too.
The day started well,
Despite the strong winds attempts,
To disrupt the plans.
A long way back home,
And diverted to Cambridge,
Then came back again.
The moon only watched,
That is fine, it followed too,
Until I was home.
Well the weekends gone,
That was windy and trees fell,
But the sky was blue.
Guests called in today,
To say hello and drink tea,
Then they left again.
Weather forecast bad,
They talk of gales and high waves,
Sweeping west to east.
Some news from away,
Far away, a letter came,
Carried all the way.
There is a story,
To tell, share, love and enjoy,
Alive in us all.
The frost lay heavy,
Whitening the frozen ground,
It has a beauty.
I have met my goals,
Those I set myself today,
Smart and realistic.
The train’s seeing red,
Suddenly stopping right there,
Then moves on careful.
It’s a misty day,
It shrouding the land and trees,
Hangs over water.
Woken in the night,
Dragged from deep dreamless slumber,
Second half too short.
Out taking photos,
The moon in the clear black sky,
Was bright and defined.
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from what it is,
The music has stopped.
Fun chocolate treats,
And those little waste wrappers,
Forming a small pile.