Grace

We had partaken of the graces given

mysteries of life entwined between invisible thoughts,

curving round in circles to return

through ghost-like apparition I feel the words,

the senses gather speed and drift beneath the universe I see above

to find so far away

the heart of the lonely poet.

Where is he when he snips and clips

gathering pieces to put together in random

tandem side by each to make beauty

the works of masters hands reach far

and although the touch is only felt on the mind

the horses still move round and round

to end back where they began

waiting for the next ride to start,

young and old at heart smiles

wanting that one last thrill

before the lights turn down for the night

and the music stops before its begun

humming the tune in your head,

the long lost masters never forgotten

and to feel that within,

the words

the tunes

the music of a lifetime played

snapshots in sepia make me cry

for time escapes no one

and the horses only wait frozen

in shuttered buildings safe

until the next season finds us in line,

we remember and we know

these moments that keep seeping into our lives

as pleasant reminders of simple grace

and timeless memories of a child

who becomes a man

riding round on paper mache dreams

porcelain painted love

cantering on a sunlit beach

as he waits for the others to catch up

he lives to dream another day.

 

Moonbeam levels-Prince (lyrics)

“He said he’ll never keep diaries 2 learn from his mistakes
Instead he’ll just repeat all the good things that he’s done
Fight 4 perfect love until it’s perfect love he makes
When he’s happy then his battle will be won (It’s never 2 late) “