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Timeslips

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Oh, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life
So I can dream and I can find an escape from this strife
So I can soar in the sky where only freedom abounds
Where we can dare to be ourselves and death does not his rounds

But these are dreams that slip away, drained by vampire bites
So we watch every day as they fade like spent candle lights
Sucked away by the days and by the burdens of our lives
Yet in this turmoil of life is where most creation thrives

So, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life

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Blush

By Scott Bailey © 2018

See the sky blush with
Golden fire heaven sent
And then the darkness

Image from Pixabay

In response to the daily prompt Blush

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Wails

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Patience stretched as tight
As a humming steel wire
Wails at just touch

Image from Pixabay

In response to the daily prompt Patience

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Nature

By Scott Bailey © 2018

Nature
Claws back its realm
Over many ages
Verdant fingers prying apart
Even
The strongest of our creations
With persistence of growth
Old and fertile
Mother

Car Reclaimed by Nature
Image by Scott Bailey

In response to the daily prompt Patience

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Wails

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Patience stretched as tight
As a humming steel wire
Wails at just touch

Image from Pixabay

In response to the daily prompt Patience

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Chasing Sunbeams

By Scott Bailey © 2016

See the argent moon
Chasing the brightest sunbeams
Moments slip away

Image from Pixabay

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Little Stone Church

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Little stone church
Nestled on a hill
Over looking the sea
Watching over the harbour still

The boats nestled cheek to cheek
And those tossed on the waves
The bell rings out a guiding peal
Above the moss stained graves

And every sailor on the deck
Mouths a silent prayer
The church windows watch their pleas
With a cold and empty stare

The settlement around the church
Huddles to the old stone walls
Strong but cold strange comfort their
As the tolling calls

Older still the hill
Watches the fleeting boats
The flighty homes and towers
Their occupants dust motes

More enduring still
The constant shifting waves
Will eat the hill, huts the boats
Even the very graves

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