POETRY REALM
that I have written over the years hope you enjoy them
it has been selected to
be published on a recording of poems, the tape is called
Songs of Australia to be released later this year.
How it pales into insignificance against the
landscape painted by the one true artist.
But I say a true friend is a gift.
Friendship is a gift of love
pure and unadulterated
to be given not taken
A gift not to be taken lightly
but to be treated with respect and understanding.
blending with the landscape painted by the one true artist.
guarding the fragility of the smallest petal
The sounds of the water trickling down the creek bed
to the cascading waterfalls.
Faces of a friend and of a foe
The face of the friend appears to be true
but the face of the foe is the true face
One that takes and never gives.
One that speaks badly behind doors
but never to your face.
Beware, these with two faces
they shall break your heart
to the red desert glowing with the heat of the day
to the snow capped mountains.
See how small even the tallest and strongest
of humanity becomes.
The largest hand is no bigger than that of
a small child.
Look around while we can.
by deeds done and kind words spoken
by the care and trust given
A true friend will open their heart to you
and keep the secrets of yours.
Keep the trust and you shall know
a true friend is not a possession
it is a gift.
starlit night.
The burning summer sun,
the sweet smell of a winter's rain.
Do we realise how lucky we are?
Gaze around at the timeless beauty
Landscaped by the one true artist.
he comes.
My dream lover, he touches my heart,
my soul.
No one knows him, except me
My dream lover.
with piercing blue eyes
His smile lights up his face
He is both strong and gentle.
My dream lover.
no one will tear us apart
for his existance is only known to me
His love is for me alone
Because he is my dream lover.
Spirit horse of the wind take me
Spirit horse of the wind take me.
high into the starry sky
Sweet dreams, sweet child
hazes of colour and swirling mists
Sweet dreams, sweet child
fairies and fantasy
dragons and fire
White horses, red sunsets
Sweet dreams, sweet child
cool and clear water
and breaking waves.
Hills of greens and towering trees
Angelic faces and devilish smiles
Sweet dreams, sweet child
Princes, handsome and tall
Princesses pretty and shy
Glittering pixie dust, a blood red sky
A smiling moon and angry sun
Sweet dreams, sweet child Hush, hush, sweet dreams my sweet child.
without guilt
Ride wild, ride free
Spirit horse of the wind take me.
THE LAND WHERE SOULS PLAY
An awakening to dawn mist on the water,
flowing Spirit's streams to God's altar,
purifying essence whistles through the trees,
images of the sacred blowing in the breeze.
Spectacle of mesmorising movements flashing in the mind,
melting pots of humans, secrets hard to find,
love all embracing whispers on the wind,
no physical presence, ecstasy from a light dimmed.
Gifts of joy enmeshed in music and dance,
visualising images filtering in a trance,
warriors in a drumbeat at journeys end,
back to the womb of creation enmeshed in a substance blend.
Wondrous dreams in the stillness of the dark,
journey on uplifting voyages in paradise park,
thunder and lightening points the way,
a prelude to the land where Soul's play.
Michael Levy
copywrite March 99
