Dreaming

IMG_6833

When I see you in my dreams at night,

why do I just take that for granted.

In those dreams I find you within,

there’s always a message that’s planted.

And waking in the morning light,

symbols floating through my mind.

I try to go back into that slumber,

to that beauty that’s so hard to find.

Is it your love that create my dreams,

is this the way you talk to me now.

I’m bewildered by the concept,

that you live in my dreams somehow.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2018

Calling

I thought my calling was changing,

but it’s still very much the same.

My passion remains in traumas field,

as I’m driven to help with pain.

By believing I needed to move away,

trauma called back once more.

I’m now taking a different approach,

with much more learning in store.

Why am I called back to this trauma,

a connection to what I can’t see.

Though in honesty if I’m truthful here,

in helping others I’m helping me.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inheritance

You didn’t leave me much money at all,

but that never really worried me.

As you left me so many precious gifts,

but not all of these can you see.

I took from you understanding of life,

it’s still teaching me every day

Like knowing that after the sun sets,

it’s out of sight not gone away.

You left me with gentle kindness,

such a natural gift to leave

To know that kindness costs nothing,

it’s things we do that please

And I’m wearing you coat of empathy,

as you modelled it so well

I’m following closely in your footsteps,

touched as I was by your spell.

You left me many beautiful memories,

still bringing a smile to my face

Though I still think of you so often,

in my heart you’ve a special place.

One of the things that you taught me,

and it will always stay with me

If you save you’re money until your dead,

it’s the lowest form of charity.

So I wouldn’t really want an inheritance,

as I totally agree with you.

I believe in giving while I’m living, 

knowing you thought that too.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

 

 

 

Popular

Please don’t let me be popular,

or to fit into any set mould.

Popular is quite boring to me,

I’d rather be seen as bold.

I quite like to split opinions,

don’t like me out of the blue.

I’m fine if you agree with me,

but do think a little bit too.

Popular is just too boring,

like bingo as everyone goes.

I won’t join a club to follow,

there is not a ring in my nose.

I’ve always hated pop music,

well at least since I grew up.

I won’t fit into a category,

I’ll drink from the devils cup.

It’s not popular to be popular,

well not in my book anyway.

Popular is just boring you see,

weird at the end of the day.

Weird in that it rounds us up,

placed in those boxes you see.

Rather than being popular,

I’d rather be seen as just me.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

 

Circle of Life

It could be a circle I’m travelling,

or a long and windy trail.

In such dry and arid conditions,

or wet where I need a sail.

Pulls on every ounce of strength,

such weight I have to bare.

But then I look to the distance,

and I know I’m nearly there.

Such feats I have to contend with,

as I travel along the way.

Those burdens that I carry too,

some go but others may stay.

And what if it is a circle or two,

and I just go round and round.

Maybe that’s just the secret,

of how happiness can be found. 

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017