The Heart of the Home

Gone, gone 

There’s no one home

No one,none

I’m all alone.

Empty chair, faded curtains

Blurred vision reflecting even

Blurrier memories.

Still Moment captured in time

After years of noise and laugher

Empty chair, empty hearth

No need to fill the place

Now peace runs through my veins

Like a lullaby in heaven
Rosaleen Crowley

It Came To Me.

Standing alone in a moment in time
The connectivity of molecules in front of me

Remind me of touch.
The stillness captures my sense of solitude,

While the eferecent bubbles arise my curiosity.

What if my creativity could creep through and

Scratch the surface enough to capture the scene.

The sense of balance restored gives me strength 
The message is in the rhythm 

The tension is in the atmosphere

The heart can sing again.

Rosaleen Crowley

The Hearth of the Home

Gone, gone 
There’s no one home

No one,none

I’m all alone.

Empty chair, faded curtains

Blurred vision reflecting even

Blurrier memories.

Still Moment captured in time

After years of noise and laugher

Empty chair, empty hearth

No need to fill the place

Now peace runs through my veins

Like a lullaby in heaven

Rosaleen Crowley 

 

Childhood Innocence. 

Childhood Innocence. 
It reminds me of childlike innocence

Where fairies dance up and down

A time when it was ok to have no sense

A time when it was fun to be a clown.
Majestic mountain standing proud

Giving strength to all who stare

Shout with all your lungs out loud

Live life, love life,seek to dare.
Simplicity is best experienced after excess

Love regained is twice as sweet

Freedom known through loss

Keeps us on our feet.
After all,it reminds me of been grown up

Dreaming dreams and being a friend

Drinking from the overflowing cup

Happy life,no strife in the end.
Rosaleen Crowley (Copyright)