The Dovecote

Dovecote by Lee Madgwick

 Darkness crept into the house of dreams
longing for adventure and true love
past the meadow, whispered the stream
following the moon-glow from above

longing for adventure and true love
she left the comfort of the dovecote
following the moon-glow from above
a coo not-yet sung, stuck in her throat

she left the comfort of the dovecote
searching for a place where love breeds
a coo not-yet sung, stuck in her throat
be careful of midnight wishes you seed

searching for a place where love breeds
past the meadow, whispered the stream
be careful of midnight wishes you seed
darkness crept  into the house of dreams

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Thank you for your visit

Set It Free

Art by Catrin Welz-Stein

You held my songs captive

keeping my thoughts hidden

but, love should be interactive

dancing with life's inner rhythm

 

writing notes, pondering keys

which will unlock inner dreams

the stars and moonlight tease

over the horizon, light redeems

 

my heart locked in a cage

set it free, set it free,  says the sage

take a chance, on change

 

songbirds need freedom to sing

which key will unlock the heart

let's experience the beauty of spring

we need to find a new place to start

 

opening the door to true happiness

will you find the right note and key

to fill the void of inner emptiness

the songbirds need to be set free

 

my heart locked in a cage

set it free,  set it free,  says the sage

take a chance, on change

 

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author's note: playing around
with some thoughts, I may re-arrange
this piece....but, for now it is what it is

 

 

This Child Cannot Be Caged

The Sunday Muse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This child in her cannot be caged

she still enjoys walks in the rain

communing with trees gently aged

 

listening to nature's sweet serenade

singing to the pitter-patter refrain                                                    

this child in her cannot be caged      

 

day dreaming in a forest glade

here there is no need to explain

communing with trees gently aged

 

whimsical moments cannot be staged

and birds will nest in spring again

this child in her cannot be caged  

 

on the whispers of love she played

deep in her heart a fairy tale reigns

communing with trees gently aged

 

in the heavens a thunderstorm raged

perhaps, the rain eases the pain

this child in her cannot be caged

communing with trees gently aged

 

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Thank you for visiting...

May you inner child always remain free...

                                                               

Laying Down Tracks

wikimedia - Train Station Vincent van Gogh

We were young and carefree

lying our tracks side by side

on a  sandy beach

would we be ready when the

trained rolled in...

gathering under starlight

at the river's edge

getting our fill

from a red solo cup

sipping wine...seeking

redemption on the

shores of East Jesus..

we were young & reckless

listening to rock n' roll

sermons playin' on the radio

what preacher would save

our lost souls...

tryin' to make our way

from here to there...

drowning out the screams

"you better grow up"

we gathered the silent few

wanting to know the key to life

under the stars and moon

we sang our tunes...

here we shared our hopes

& dreams....

seeing the world, a different view

on a riverbed,  we found  peace

in the arms of night, someone

cared...

as the heavens shone above

we experienced love...salvation

to the clickity clack of the railroad

tracks...

found on the shores of East Jesus


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Freedom the Song I Bring

Freedom, freedom, freedom

Catching a ride on a runaway train

it's time  for you and I to change

it's time for you and I to re-arrange

together we can break the chain

freedom ..is the song I bring

lift our voices let us sing

freedom..is the song I bring

liberty isn't found in an aluminum can

liberty isn't sold at the corner store

liberty is something worth fighting for

liberty is something men & women die for

it's time for us to heal

it's  time for us to feel

need to break these chains

freedom..is the song I bring

lift our voices let us sing

freedom..is the song I bring

liberty isn't found in an aluminum can

liberty isn't sold at the corner store

liberty is something worth fighting for

liberty is something men & women die for

it's time for us to love

it's time for us to shine above

need to break these chains

freedom..is the song I bring

lift our  voices let us sing

freedom..is the song I bring

it's time  for you and I to change

it's time for you and I to re-arrange

together we can break the chains

freedom, freedom, freedom

  freedom, freedom, freedom
    we're dreaming of freedom

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