Orpheus2 Poetry (4)

As the moon Breaks through the cloudy skys,
bringing ghostly shapes around our eyes,
as the warmth of this summer nights breeze
rustles gently through the trees.

Through scattered clouds the heavens shimmer
as numerous diamonds begin to glimmer.
A garment of lace stretched from shore to shore,
a map of the heaven that we begin to explore.

A telescope sat upon the deck,
scans the heavens charting every speck.
Constalations seen passed Orions belt
looking to where only gods have dwelt.

Then gazing upon Saturns rings,
oh what wonders this contraption brings.
As with the lens that we gaze through,
an arrangement of mirrors give us a perfect view.

And as the sun begins to rise,
we lose the darkness before our eye.
And wait again for another day,
to once more see this grand display

I’ve travelled all over England
From Land’s End to Carlisle
From Lowestoft to St Leonards and
I’ve seen the dales and the Fylde

I’ve been to the Isle of Wight,
And Whitby has its charms
I’ve lived and worked in Blackpool
I’ve visited cities and farms.

I’ve seen those lovely Welsh valleys
And climbed their mountains tall,
I’ve climbed to the top of Snowdon
Just three times in all.

I've never been to Ireland
Though its beauty I have seen
But alas it was through the pages
Of my favourite magazine.

I’ve been to bonnie Scotland
From Jedburgh to Inverness,
But the days I spent in the Highland
Were the ones that I loved best.

We Brits have four lovely countries,
And there are parts that I hold dear;
But my heart is in the Highlands
Among the majestic deer.

Love can be so many things
starts when hearts find their wings
with every touch and every kiss
a bond is made you can’t dismiss

smile upon her lovely face
grows when ever you embrace
with every little moment filled
a happy soul is soon instilled

kiss so gentle, full of passion
and then gone without compassion
ends as quickly as begun
with ties that now are all undone

a heart that withers but does not die
tear in your eyes will soon be dry

PPB

A stroll on the beach beneath a starry sky
Listening to the breakers as we go by

A walk in the country through forest of green
Cascading waterfalls and streams to be seen

Visiting churches with domes and with spires
With their ornate windows and angelic choirs

Sightseeing tours around castles so bold
Finding damsels and knight and hero’s of old

Theses thing maybe great and full of charms
But the best place of all is in your arms.

PPB