Sun Shining on a Winter's Afternoon

The Words Inside

I’ve still got a copy of your letter

I keep it safe with all my treasures

All the words written in different colours

In a wooden box with all the others

But there’s only one from you

And the envelope is blue

And the words inside are true

Because I didn’t have a clue

Still that was nothing new ... for me

I get it out from time to time

Looking for reason between the lines

Looking for love inside the letter

An easy way to make my life better

But there’s only one from you

And the envelope is blue

And the words inside are true

Because I didn’t have a clue

Still that was nothing new ... for me

And it sends me searching on the screen

Facebook pages turning green

Envy at what is no longer mine

When I held your love so close to mine

But there’s only ever one letter from you

And the envelope’s a faded blue

And the words inside were once true

Because then I didn’t have a clue

And there’s only ever one letter from you

And the envelope’s a faded blue

And the words inside were once true

Because I didn’t have a clue

But the moon has cried a lot since then

Now that I’m no longer ten  .... I’ve cried a lot since then...

(c) Rob Swales

Sun Shining on a Sunday Afternoon (in Lausanne 04/2012)

In a world where love

is noteworthy,

war and weather

stake their claims

and while

the world is burning

my words

water down the flames.

I’m observant

I’m patient

my heart

no longer ‘vacant’

I’m out 

and over

like in a game

of red rover

And I yearn

for fields of clover

to warm my dreams

with salty

beach filled scenes.

And in this touch

of paradise

where water

comes freely

from the sky

I will sit

in the sun

on a sunday 

afternoon

and think of love

and life

and while in this wonder

I’ll know

that eyes

are smiling

just like mine,

all across

the world.

(c) Rob Swales

The Promised Land

You say your soul is feeling weary

And your heart looking for a place to sleep

And the road has way too many corners

And the hills are laughing when you weep

Come take some time out in the forest

Let the sunlight open up the gold

Sit awhile and watch the leaves fall

... And let their sweet, sweet love unfold

You tell me stories of the desert

Where everything you touched felt like sand

A place where death lay beneath your window

And took you away from the promised land

Come take some time out in the forest

Let the sunlight open up the gold

Sit awhile and watch the leaves fall

... And let their sweet, sweet love unfold

And when the sun comes up in the morning

It may be followed by the winter’s wind

And this sky now so blue without a warning

Will turn grey, like a sinner when he sins

And in the darkness you will call out to your children

‘Don’t worry little ones about the stories that I have told

Just sit awhile and watch the snow fall

... And let its sweet, sweet love unfold.’

(c) Rob Swales 2012

Mirror...Mirror

In the darkness of thought

where unreality appears

I fell for a moment

to sift through the years

All I found was hollow

filled with the echoes from lies

Then I turned on the light

and Love illumined my eyes.

(c) Rob Swales