Anxiety
A heavy sky
That blackens clouds
That saddens eyes
A constant friend
And bitter foe
It weighs you down
Where you wouldst go
It’s daggers twist
Within your thoughts
To kill those dreams
That long you sought
Anxiety
That evil brew
Who’s chains do drag
And anchor you
Anxiety
Its death is near
You’ve seen its eyes
And faced your fears
Anxiety
Now bid it gone
Take soft my hand
We’ll fight as one.
As indicated this is my third attempt at capturing the beauty of Nefertiti. I was in awe of her since seeing her bust in Berlin. This version is in oils and I have tried to imagine her in the flesh.
This is a reworking of the original painting I did, a few years ago now, it has long been on my mind to over paint it. Where the original was an acrylic painting this is mainly in water soluble oils. I think I enjoyed repainting it, far more than I did painting the original.
There was dew on the grass and dragonflies
There were early mornings and tea
I recall glasses of wine and scrabble
And a cat called Alfie and me
There was a log fire and cold in the bedrooms
There were treasures to see and behold
There were early mornings and sunrise
And always a tale to be told
There’s a church that is cold and empty
Not even a candle to light
I can’t feel you there in it’s darkness
But I yearn to see in the light
My fingers ache for for your softness
I just didn’t know how I’d feel
But I’m that church and I’m cold and I’m empty
And the darkness is vast and it’s real.
Your cut was the deepest
And the wound still bleeds
Who could have guessed
At the strength of our seeds
The Princess and the pauper
The Lady and the tramp
I stood in darkness
But you held a lamp.
THE time is your time
No matter what the time is
And that time is YOUR time
Whenever that time is.
Who decides when the time is?
Tis’ the time on your clock
But you’ll know when your time is
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
You are dancing through my mind again
From the shadows where you live
The messages are pure, pure gold
They are all you now can give
You are resting in my mind again
Sat quiet in my room
I thought I heard you whispering
Sing song from the gloom
You are walking in my mind again
On Winder, on it’s heights
No complaint, just beauties stance
Sat drinking in the sights
You are sleeping in my mind again
And you know, you always will
Your hand in mine, where it should be
On nights of quiet, still.
