Mist

(Picture Credit - Long Lee in Mist by Myself)

Mysterious, mist-kissed hills dismiss my dismal disdain

For Life’s strivings in the ivy wired mire.

Budding blossoms embrace my burgeoning bliss-filled bosom,

As my soul soars into the seething skies.

 

My wings are beating with breathless wonder,

My imagination sends me to a destination

Beyond discrimination, defying appellation,

But not exclamation, at this elevation.

 

Smooth pools of cool blue hue contrast with cliffs

That overhang the huddled houses

Of the hillside village

On the way to who knows where.

 

The mists are shifting, ever drifting

Hiding everything

Except the mountain tops.

A new dimension might await us

Always moving as

Our journey never stops.

 

Paul Butters

Peace



 

(Picture Credit - Cambridge CCTV Org Website)

 

 

No more warring over God knows what.

No fretting over business matters.

Embrace the silence that precedes the dawn,

Or settles over a red-horizoned twilight.

 

Just chill on a slumbering beach licked

By a rippling ocean, as the sun sinks down.

Breathe deep and slowly and stay calm as you recline

On softening waves of slumbering sand.

 

Imbibe that smooth clear golden beer, its snowy head

Soothing your taste buds as it slithers down your throat.

Enjoy the glow of a chasing-whisky

As it spreads to parts that only it can reach.

 

Lay back and slumber down to dreaming

Peaceful scenes: remembering happy days

When all was well with the world in which you lived.

 

Sleep well, surrounded by peaceful people:

Miles of smiles from folk just loving life.

 

Paul Butters