Voices
I sat and stared with tear filled eyes
A part of my heart gone
My voice rises up in song
A golden ribbon flying the skies
It dances around with the tune
As it rolls down the valley like mist
Then it rises again in a fist
Then it stops and goes, just as soon
Magnificent, misty
St.Ives different
funniest
friends
beautiful place to live
Magic from the Heart
Magic comes from the heart
Magic comes from the sea
Magic is a miracle
it helps even the littlest things
magic is everywhere if you believe
Butterflies
They fly away from the old life to fly to a new life
there old life was so boring, they only ate leafs
now they get to do whatever they want to do
they are pretty in the sunlight
and they sit on flowers
and then fly away
to a new journey
again and again
Painted on strings
A view through my fingers
painted in notes
melody of colour
dripping from my fingers
onto a blank canvas
the rhythm of my life
flowing through my fingers
drifting above and below
weaving round and around
moving those around me
touched by the magic from my fingers
painted on strings
by David Coad
I have a dream
to be me
I have a dream
to have friends
I have a dream
to be known
I have a dream to live everyone
I have a dream
that will come true
There was a terrific loud bang as the two children dropped through a portal, which hovered above the ground and both landed with a bump onto the ground.
A river, strawberry light
the suns rays, moonbeam sight
colours cast, pain a scene
inside a rainbow, inside a dream
cast a light on pale shade
a different angle colour made
spectrum eyes, seas of green
dripping paintbrush, setting the scene
stars in space, candle-light
the darkness before dawn, twilight
in the distance a semi-glow
the shepherds in the shadows, we follow
deep in heavens, the sun and the moon set ablaze
aimlessly wandering through the haze
melting moon, earth rips
spectacular sun, solar eclipse.
