Birds In Flight: Poem

Birds In Flight

Often, birds in flight make me think
Of my soul and its plight: they make me think
Of life's anguish and then ponder
If life doesn't lie yonder

Yonder beyond the hills and sky
If when life, pulsing in life's veins
Is but a dream, an illusion
Birds in flight, dreams and delusion.

Now, in an instant, the beating of wings
Have faded; nothing remains.
No remnants, not even a song.
The beating of my heart goes on and on.

Copyright (text and image): Rani Turton

If I Close My Eyes: Poem

IF I CLOSE MY EYES

If I close my eyes, I can see you standing there
If I open them, you're gone.
Ah, mystery of imagination
The cold, waking dawn;
The heart that waits,
That fitfully longs, sighs, flutters
In varied emotional states.

Now that I know that it works that way
Let me close my eyes: let me believe
Utterly in phantasmagorical reason;
There is yet time enough to grieve.
When I wake; when I realise
That this fantasy was just a tissue of lies.

Copyright: Rani Turton

I Left My Heart Somewhere: Poem

I Left My Heart Somewhere

I left my heart somwhere.
I searched for it night, and day.

I waited for the Unknown.
Just to take me far, far away.

There were moments of intense solitude.
Where, where did my heart stray?

I left my soul somewhere.
On dusty tracks it did stray.

I looked for it everywhere.
My mind remained blank and bare.

Then my body sad, said softly
I need the others to remain alive.

Copyright: Rani Turton