BJORN BEAR & THE NORTHERN LIGHTS
Red is the rose that grows and grows.
Sleeps in the Winter deep in slumber
Blossoms in Summer when Sun rises over
Green is the moss like a blanket so soft.
It covers the rocks keeping Earth warm
Clings quiet and peaceful waiting for morn
Blue is the water reflecting the sky.
A billowing quilt that rolls endlessly
Beyond the horizon where sun enters sea
Bright are the stars that hang in the dark.
Tales of our past gently whisper their light
Singing worlds softly to sleep in the night.
And black is that night wrapping you tight.
Not empty and endless as first seems to be
But filled with happy dreams of you and me
There is magic in colours dancing through air.
They carry you places you can fly free
Be whatever you wish and tomorrow we’ll see
I fixed my gaze upon my prey
Circling left through clouds of grey.
Within the moment I’d swooped down,
I heard a sound at which I frowned.
Turning my head his gaze I caught
So that’s first class, my last ever thought.
At Water’s Edge
Her breath is slow and deep
As it glides its wondrous whispers
Across the heavy motion
Of a sensuous sea.
Her air is gentle and warm.
His surface ripples in
Ready response, yet
Temptation tempts tackle.
She clings and claws,
Lifting him higher
And higher, wave after
Wave. He washes and crashes
Against the shore.
Locked in futile war within
And battles between their
Ever decreasing circle.
Soft and heavy it hangs. The fabricated evidence.
Shielding innocence from guilt, keeping those in darkness
Who seek to discover their shambled truth.
Through the crack of that boarded up window,
Hidden by Velvet Curtains.
The Feeble Wind that occasionally
Blows leaves its mark.
Dragged around that trampled floor
The edge is frayed.
And the wind gathers strength.
Standing proud, set alone
While in the distance, a bagpipe drones.
He feels the gentle ebb of waves
Lapping the shores of his time, shaping his caves.
The pebbles on his beach, offsprings of his thought
Of the ages spent learning and all he’s been taught.
On wings circling his history, mighty, proud
Bear home across the sea, wrapped in gentle shroud.
Leaping, diving, twisting, turning
Dancing on air as beneath the waters are burning
Fragments of thought he scatters on the breeze
Before uniting together, bound, yet free.
Seeking to find, passing on what he knows.
The time gone so quickly and the river forever flows.
With strength, faith and passion locked in his heart
Distance between mountains shall never keep souls apart.