Light in light, shine bright in a blue Heaven,
Stars cascade white as angels delight.
Wait for that thought or maybe a wish,
It is time? is it my time?

Things we would change if given the chance:
New arms, new legs, new eyes or maybe just one.

I’m not a greedy person,
So don’t cry for me,
Whisper gently.
Let me hear your words.
Whisper gently.

Imagine a world without any pain,
Where your thoughts are free from personal gain.
A world full of colour where no evil exists.
Where the light is pure and the canvas is clean.
It is there, where the mind of the artist paints his friend.
Imagination is my friend.

Do you remember those happy times when laughter filled the air?
When we opened our hearts and shared our joys and fears.
In a world where bright smiles, welcomed you, on those warm summer nights.
In innocence, we sang softly, sad sentimental songs out of key.
To music, echoing the lovers march to couples hearts,

Was this an illusion? Did it really happen?
Feelings that remain in the depths of delusion,
Brings forth a reality transfusion.
The mind is indeed a strange creature at times, receptive and deceptive,
Be still and Listen!
Hold on to your impression, your theme,
Remember! We all need a dream.

Home is a feeling within your heart.
Where ever you are, wherever you be.
The wanderer of lands he makes his mark.
A tinker by choice, maker and mender of simple things,
A feeling man of wise thoughts.

He spins a story of mirth and frail.
Plays the flute and bangs the drum,
From pillar to post,
From north to south,
To the rhythm of the waves.

He travels the land without the shackles of time,
By modern chariot, in style, along those country lanes.
Rolling back the Pagan years,
Living a life of a playful skunk.
Freeing the youth in the old man of punk.

On the wall of the hippie bus.
A chunky graven image hangs high in hippie style.
Home is where the heart is, ay!
And more?

Green Glade, Pixie wood of playful Dreams,
Teach magical moments to creatures themes.
Fairy folk and pixie pals.
Play, plum drums and flowered flutes,
And, furry friends dance to the joy of life.

Enchanted wood of undying love,
Where wands that whirl with healing rays.
Cascading colours of shimmering light.
Oh! Magical place of hope and peace.
Radiate your rays so sweet.
And, heal this land of ours.

Dynamic disciple with thoughts of grand delusion,
Why the confusion?
Adopt, principles before personalities my friend
Is there a wild bull lurking very near? Be clear!
Before it’s too late and you open the gate.

Disciple that carries pompous thoughts; be still,
Listen to my voice and learn, understand my will.
It’s not what we have; it’s what we can give away.
That’s important for every single day.

Be humble and seek wisdom from young elders,
Show willing with humility, without any fence,
Heed these words, carefully, my friend.
You know it makes good sense.

Frosted feelings become so clear when watching normal people pass so near.
Pondering, playful thoughts of how life; should be, could be, in moments of clarity.
Locked in madness, no freedom here, only shackles from moments lost.

We reflect how time seems to pass us by.
Thoughts of lost ones bring tears to my eyes,
Not knowing what to say or what to do, where to go or how to behave.
When you miss the ones you love and your thoughts are very deep.
Hoping they will return one day, just to say hello! And share a hug or two.
Say another prayer for comfort angels come close.

When it is time to leave this world.
To that place in the light where the good souls meet,
A short step away where time stands still.
Unite with your family and old friends from times past.

Take heart and be cheerful, this journey is meant to be,
The reasons are not for us to see?
Where your flaws absorb away into the walls of time,
The tunnel of love is a wonderful and delightful place.
No tears, no crime.

As you walk and talk with the Angels of afterlife,
Hear no misguided words: no flashing lights,
Sanctuary is place of peace and goodwill to souls.
Walk with sound strides and fear not.