Escape

Let us retreat from the rush of the city together.
We'll pack up our bags and then sneak out of town this evening.
Over the speakers will come a report of the weather
And I'll turn to you and you'll turn to me and we'll both start to sing:

Let us escape into eternity.
Forever child, forever wild,
Will we drive into eternity.

For hours to go we’d stopped in a Denny’s to eat
And laughing like children we’d make fun of the others there.
You’d say you’re tired and climb into the car’s back seat.
Snoring in rhythm to Oldies you’d drift off without a care.

Traveling for days we’d make our way to the borderline,
Stopping at every roadside stand along the way.
For life would be better if we all just enjoyed our time,
Singing and living each moment as if it’s our last day:

Let us escape into eternity.
Forever child, forever wild,
Will we drive into eternity.

We'll find us a cabin out far from the bustle of daily life.
I'll build us a fence while you cook up some stew tonight.
I'll carve out a figure just using my hands and knife;
You'll laugh at my silliness in front of the warm firelight.

Out in the woods come the sounds of a natural serenity.
We'll open a bottle and toast to our plans to hide 'til June.
No one will tell and no one will know of our change of identity,
And I'll turn to you and you'll turn to me and we'll both hear this tune:

Let us escape into eternity
Forever child, forever wild,
Will we live into eternity.

Copyright © 2010 Larry Coffey

Evening Stars

Evening Stars

The misty evening cleared to reveal the stars
A wonderful time, A revealing time
The city was cleansed of people and cars
A quiet time, A revealing time

I looked at the sky as I walked on to my place
A wonderful time, A revealing time
I saw the moon and Orion and a meteor race
A quiet time, A revealing time

The moon, the moon
Playing hide and seek with the clouds
The stars, the stars
Peeking out from behind those shrouds

The sky became dark as my mind wandered far
A wonderful time, A revealing time
My mind could think as clear as a star
A quiet time, A revealing time

Copyright © Larry Coffey

Northern Lights

A special thank you goes to my dear friend Larry for yet another beautiful poem.

Northern Lights

The sun has set not to be seen for months on end.
A crust of snow coats the land in a harsh cold trend.
The trees have long ago shed a colorful death,
And Autumn has expired, rasping its final breath.

A single hawk soars above wailing a lonely cry –
His only response is the echo of a cold wind’s sigh.
The darkening sky reveals no moon in the heavens above;
A twilight grips the land with an ever-tightening glove.

The spirits dance in the Northern Lights;
Ancient ritual that bless the earth
Brings a colorfulness to the night
Announcing life, and love, and renewed rebirth!

It’s a crystal clear night with no clouds to obscure;
An earthly dance plays out on the upper stage so pure.
The delight that inspires with overwhelming awe
Etches on one’s soul digging in, deeply raw.

A hush, a quietness – no more rustling leaves or calling bird,
And listen, nature! For a cracklin’ can be heard.
A drapery hanging, delicately, flowing across the skies.
Alas the show completes, the curtains close and the scene dies.

The spirits dance in the Northern Lights;
Ancient ritual that bless the earth
Brings a colorfulness to the night
Announcing life, and love, and renewed rebirth!

A lucid memory lingers of an event not easily forgotten
Stamped into consciousness never fading – not there, not then.
But, wait, there’s always another act. Toss aside feelings forlorn!
Like a cycle round, glance up, for the pageantry shines reborn!

The spirits dance in the Northern Lights;
Ancient ritual that bless the earth
Brings a colorfulness to the night
Announcing life, and love, and renewed rebirth!

Copyright © 2010 Larry Coffey

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Devils Tower, Wyoming, USA

I Know...

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I haven't forgotten
That I am just one person,
That I am but one voice
Attempting to stand out
From the crowd.

I remember
That I have fallen
Amidst the laughter
That surrounds me, and that sometimes
It gets too loud.

I know
That I can't sit here
And expect my silence
To evoke change
Without reason.

I can see
That I don't know everything,
That I can't expect
My hand to be held
Always.

I can feel
That time is slipping
By me, that it
Will be gone if I just
Stand still.

I have heard
That there are a million
Other voices that sound
Like mine, that want also
To be heard.

I've been told
That it's not enough to
Wish for dreams, that I
Have to work them
Into reality.

I know that I don't know
All that I think I know.
I know I won't see all of
The places I wish to go.
I know I'm not ready
For all that the world demands,
You don't have to always hold me,
Just let me see your hands.

I know
That there's a lot
That I won't understand,
That you don't have all
Of the answers.

I haven't forgotten
That I have to grow up
And someday live without
Your voice, your opinion--
Making my own decisions.

I know that I don't know
All that I think I know.
I know that I may not see all
Of the places I want to someday go.
I know I'm not ready for everything
That I won't always understand
You don't have to always hold me

But sometimes. . .
Just let me touch your
Hand.

A Strange Place

Aimlessly I walk through this world.
I am lost.
I am broken and in so much pain.
Where is this world I once knew and loved so much?

I want to laugh again but I cry.
I want to be happy again but only sad thoughts are on my mind.
I want to be carefree again but I only have worries.
I want to be optimistic again but there is nothing to hold on to.
I am trying to grab the hand that is put out for me but it is slowly slipping away.

I am scared of this strange place.

But there is one thing I still have - Hope.
Hope that one day I will find my Happy Place again.

© Northern☆Light

A Free Spirit

STAND INSIDE THE RAINBOW

Fear holds us to ransom

And it bears a heavy cost

It causes isolation

And then we feel quite lost

It’s in the grip of worry

That darkness can unfold

It feeds on desperation

And puts our life on hold

Take the gift of love

And wrap it up in pink

The colour of compassion

Is deeper than you think

Take the gift of healing

And wrap it up in blue

The colour of serenity

A chance to start anew

Take the gift of peace

And wrap it up in white

A symbol of perfection

Seen in a flash of light

Take the gift of faith

And wrap it up in gold

A treasure that lies within

That can’t be bought or sold

Take the gift of life

And wrap it up in red

Stretching into eternity

With all that’s thought and said

Stand inside the rainbow

When all around is pain

The healing rays of colour

Refracted in the rain

Don't

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

- Author unknown

Silence

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings, but silence breaks your heart

Silence is the most powerful scream

There are times when silence has the loudest voice

The best answer to anger is silence

The Road of Possibilities

The Road of Possibilities

Let us approach, cautiously, the subject of infinity;

Nothing can equal, surely, such awe-inspiring divinity.

Yet can the mind truly grasp

What it can never measure?

A matter so truly vast

Can never weigh at gentle leisure.

Yet we try, constantly, to bring sensibilities,

To contemplate, repeatedly, on the road of possibilities.

Copyright © 2010 Larry Coffey

A quick thought this morning

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night.

It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.

It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

~ Crowfoot, Blackfoot Warrior and Orator

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Icefield Parkway, Alberta, Canada

I am honored to share with you a beautiful poem from my good friend Larry.

He wrote it based on this picture.

I hope you like it as much as I do!

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Flow

Snow capped mountains frame the yonder blue –
A vast untamed playground where eagles flew.
The river winds its way from whence it came,
Hinting at histories and peoples with no name.

An autumn breeze blows by and chills the air –
Desperate foraging for both deer and bear.
The grasses brown but the firs remain,
Stalwart symbols of nature's reign.

The mirrored water reflects the past,
Yet flows forward without impasse.

Like the sky and hills that forever stand,
And the lofty pines throughout the land –
They guide the lives that live below
Urging life everywhere to move on and grow.

The mirrored water reflects the past,
Yet flows forward without impasse.

Copyright © 2010 Larry Coffey

Lake Louise, Alberta, Canada

Keep your dreams alive.

Understand: to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication.

Remember all things are possible for those who believe.

In life, many thoughts are born in the course of a moment, an hour, a day. Some are dreams, some visions.

Often, we are unable to distinguish between them. To some, they are the same; however, not all dreams are visions. Much energy is lost in fanciful dreams that never bear fruit.

But visions are messages from the Great Spirit, each for a different purpose in life. Consequently, one person's vision may not be that of another. To have a vision, one must be prepared to receive it, and when it comes, to accept it.

Thus when these inner urges become reality, only then can visions be fulfilled. The spiritual side of life knows everyone's heart and who to trust.

How could a vision ever be given to someone to harbor if that person could not be trusted to carry it out. The message is simple: commitment precedes vision.

- High Eagle

To be continued...

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New Brighton, Merseyside, England