The dark side of the moon…

Depression is such a lonely illness and rarely understood.

Darkness is descending, angst intensified
an overwhelming hunger for oblivion.
Floating to the dark side of the moon
hidden from the indistinct obscurity of life.
Cloaked in a lonely cocoon, living in shadow.
The catatonic state preferable to animation
with the obliging sanctuary of the moon.
A dire existence brings a strange contentment
waiting for the lifting of misty vapours of disquiet.

Walking with the breeze….

A short stroll, unaware of wonder
so alone and lost inside my mind.
I feel the pull of a gentle breeze
whispering softly, the trees interpret
through the rustling of their leaves.
Drifting onwards the sounds change
as each tree brings its own language.
A congregation, vying for my attention
standing in their majesty for one glance.
The noise intensifies as I pass by
I’m Inspired by the harmonious request.
Pausing, I admire their unique characteristics
an aged collection of natures beauty.
The breeze intensifies as I prepare to leave
enabling the trees, in unison, to bow.
Reciprocating I perform a bow of honour
with unexplainable contentment I bid farewell
The gentle breeze wraps itself around me
guiding me through a forest full of life.

Don’t want or need……

Why are we here, a constant thought
profound answers are often sought.
We strive to get more, and its never enough
unable to cope when the going gets tough.
Envy of others instead of joy for our lot
why can’t we feel satisfied with what we have got.
The life-time we have is so short and won’t last
tomorrows; are yesterday which will soon be our past.
Acceptance of being brings all that we need
true happiness flows when not stifled by greed.
So I must take heed and get ready to live
stop taking from others and learn how to give.