By W.B Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth

and love comes in at the eye,

that’s all we shall know for truth

before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you and I sigh.

My first attempt at writing for children! It's meant to be a picture book so you will have to imagine the pictures.

If you could be anything, what would you be?

For me, I’d like to be a snake

 as thin and slender as a rake.

 

I wouldn’t hide or bite or hiss,

 I’d want to be a snake that you just couldn’t miss.

 

I’d be shiny yellow with purple spots,

 joined together by sea green dots.

 

Rock Me To Sleep - By Elizabeth Akers Allen

Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight, make me a child again just for to-night!

Mother, come back from the echoless shore, take me again to your heart as of yore;

Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;

Over my slumbers your loving watch keep; Rock me to sleep, Mother--rock me to sleep!

NATURES DANCE by N Smart

Darkness descends upon the land,

Armageddon is close at hand.

We will now pay the price,

for ignoring her advice.

A meeting of lost souls - by N Smart

Once there was a man wandering alone down a dark and desolate road. All the land around him was dry and parched and the sky above was cloudy and grey. He appeared tired and weary and his steps seemed to carry him forward without his asking, for in his mind he had no desire to walk, yet an unseen power seemed to compel him so.

The Artist and the Mist - by N Smart

Last night, in a dream, I found myself standing naked, encased in a cocoon of fog and mist. The cold hands of doom enveloped me and held me motionless for fear that I may fall from the clouds. Then the voice of the fog spoke to me and said,

‘Fear not the taking of steps nor your limited vision in this moment, for I am the blank canvas on which you may paint your future with the brushes and palette of your imagination’

Oneness - by N Smart

John sat on the side of the bed watching Kylie as she slept,

her eyes were closed lightly and her soft lips barely apart.

Her soft flowing hair was spread out across the pillow,

like it was blowing in a gentle breeze.

She had a tender smile on her face,

The Flower and the Bee - by N Smart

One day a bee was hovering above a majestic garden when he noticed a flower of unique and exquisite beauty, he was mesmerized, and all at once the other flowers in the garden seemed to vanish. The bee was drawn to this flower as if in a trance, but as he approached the flower closed her petals and would not allow him to come any closer.

‘Why do you close your petals at my approach’ the bee asked.

Fear and Love - by N Smart

One day Love came across Fear sitting on the banks of a mighty river, gazing intently at the other shore.

‘What is it you are seeking’ asked love.

‘All my hopes and dreams lay across the river’ replied fear with a sigh.

Love looked upon fear with a puzzled expression,

‘Then why do you sit here’ she said.

‘Because

A KINGDOM OF DREAMS - by N Smart

At night when my body surrenders to the power of sleep my spirit leaves me and travels to the kingdom of the unimagined and the unseen and there, where time is eternal and space can be moulded by our desires it finds peace and harmony, free from the bonds of mortality, for in our waking moments does man not make a prisoner of man?

A PERFECTLY CONCIEVED PLAN - By N.Smart

Vincent had spent his whole life waiting for this one moment, and now, as he stood waiting to be called to the line he felt a sense of pride and eager anticipation at the journey that lay ahead.

He surveyed his fellow competitors,

‘they will be just as eager as

A Cloud - by N Smart

One day a cloud, floating softly on the breath of the wind, looked down upon the earth and saw a landscape lain waste by the greed of man. He witnessed all manner of creature, wandering homeless, overrun

DEATH AND LIFE - N.Smart

In the depths of my despair death came to me and said, 
Look not upon our meeting as the ending of your days as I have come to tell you to embrace your life, for it is in living your life to the fullest that you make our final meeting more glorious. Live not in the darkness of misery nor be drowned by the tears of your sorrow but use

Albert’s Last Request - By N.Smart

Albert had always derived immense pleasure from the simple things in life. Every night, after enjoying one of his wife’s fabulous home cooked meals he could be found sitting on the back porch

The Poet by Kahlil Gibran

I am a stranger in this world, and there is a severe solitude and painful lonesomeness in my exile. I am alone, but in my aloneness I contemplate an unknown and enchanting country, and this meditation fills my dreams with spectres of a great and distant

THE OCEAN AND THE POOL by N Smart

Once, on a hill overlooking the ocean, lay a pool of water held captive by the walls of a dam, and there in it’s solitude the soul of the pool would gaze out at the ocean and marvel at her beauty and majesty.

Day after day the pool would look upon her and much love grew in the depths of his soul and he longed