The ChaseI rest by the fence,
passing winds chilling my cheeks.
My stillness, matching only the aging wood,
The suns rays piercing clouds.
We wake and work, move and motion.
The winds of nature whistle through the leaves,
Overturned by the winds of change,
The rousing and spitting beasts chug along.
The shadows of people long past, wisp by.
I sit still and hear the birds,
Their squeaks defeated by the roaring metal.
A bug crawls along, the little fella sits a while,
My stillness is all, the quietness of my clouds,
One leaf falls by the wayside, the trees still whistling,
One little bug on one little leaf.
I close my eyes,
and listen to the soundless noises
All the world still moves,
They run and chase, the leaf in the wind.
The eternal chase, a circle of motion.
The winds passes me,
The leafs dancing around me.
Peace and quiet, my little quiet clouds.
With my new-found friends,
A bug, a leaf and an old fence
I am the dragonThe cold fire fills my lungs,
My breath like the dragon's guns,
Watch as I crash down with my massive tonnes,
I am the dragon in the cold,
The majestic of the bold,
Tale of old gran's stories of old,
Gliding through with complete control,
Protecting my horde of gold
Armour of dragon's scale,
careful of my whipping tail,
Hear my mountainous roar!
Passing clouds of fog as I soar.
But oh how icy it is,
Even the bold, old and controlled,
would surely catch the common cold.
Age of ProgressFresh faced, book at hand and bounding energy, laptop behind
clicking sounds, fingers pressing
Not alone, room fills with towering machines
focused attention, words of zeroes across eyes
foreign calls, buzzing of speakers,
fresh faced, screen on head and computer on wrist
old eyes, watching the young metal body
fresh faced, slick mechanical worker, human behind
Friend and FoeMy friend, my foe
He steps in the night and from the light,
Walking with me as I walk alone,
My friend, as I walk along the row.
The bright shining light around the bend,
and with it, he mets his end.
Gold fortunes aheadNever have I liked the sickly yellow colours,
the lamps of yellow and the bad orange,
The close glow, bathed in flickering light.
Yet, I stand afar,
Curves of yellow streams, flow with the mountains,
Dots of gold speckle the nightly distance.
Gold fortunes ahead, always ahead,
Its close glow, just yellow and orange light.