Moving On

As the sun sets upon our stage
We need to move on and away
Lets not talk of the given and the taken
Just remember what came about and what will stay.

The yearning, like a slow flame may die
And leave nothing more than smoke and wax
But in words, songs and memories
May the treasure of our moments lie.

Maybe a day out on an unfamiliar street
Or in green paths of a woody dream
We will be passers by and we may meet
Let our words be happy and our embrace, sweet.

A trinket's wish

Crashing waves, mighty and white
A bundle of exhilaration and fright
Rise, roll, sweep and recede.
Imprisoned by the moon or are you free?

Happy greens, on dancing trees
Twinkling drops amidst your leaves
Sinewy boughs and a trunk of steel
Do you desire to walk and be free?

Standing proud, o mountain high
A temple of beauty, under starry skies
I wonder if beneath your tremors you hide
A dream of wings? an unrequited desire?

Ranger of skies, on steeds of glass
I wish to be as errant as thee
O mighty wind, the freest of all
Lend me your wings and release me.

To touch oceans, forests and mountains alike
To touch minds and hearts and have them believe
Its not folly for mere trinkets to dream
To wish to roam the world and to be free.