David Charles Rowan

child sleeping in a doorway cries

his broken home breaking him inside

trafficked girl screams every night

she may never return home

food-bank ‘shopping’; a modern plight

the poor to the wealthy; an irksome blight

stepping around the woman in the snow

where did our humanity go

hands of light warm the street soup stand

courageous flight to a broken land

beliefs and histories can distort the view

but there's a light within me and you

if we see the soul-full; light, within

a new dawn for your heart begins

let our hands of light find compassion's glove

Soul family of Love

© David Charles Rowan

The Sweetest Spot

There’s a beautiful place, in this beautiful world

Where my fears and troubles worry me not

I can feel my soul sing, my heart unfolds

At the sweetest spot ...

A dappled path through a tunnel of trees

Sweet honey due, upon the breeze

The beauty of all mother nature sees

At the sweetest spot

Wise old badger

Cunning fox

Sunlit eye

forget me not

haunting moon

and wild cry

my heart is held by soft green moss

an inner light shines at the sweetest spot

sacred grove and ancient stone

pay no heed to the paths we roam

my heart hears the calling, my feet return home

at the sweetest spot

© David Rowan, May 2013

Light from the temple

reflects the beauty of my love

Light from the temple

reflects the beauty of my love

2 lights entwined so rarely seen

this dream

is no mirage, my love

you get me

you see me

your loving healing me

with no disdain

no hidden pain

loving me for all I am

Delight and joy; being me

you set me free

to simply breathe with

love

light calling

my Soul

still falling

from above

the DnA of Love

hearts calling

my soul

fire dawning

aflame with love

the DnA of love

light calling

my Soul

still falling

from high above

the DnA of Love

hearts calling

my soul

fire dawning

aflame with love

the DnA of all we are

all we shall be

Star lights the temple

calls the dawning of my love

Star of the temple

wakes the morning for my love

fire tender and gentle

the wings of time

hold your heart

my love

I get you

I see you

I'll share all my time to hear you

with no disdain

no hidden pain

loving you for all you are

delight and joy my brightest star

you set me free

to simply breathe with

love

light calling

my Soul

still falling

from above

the DnA of Love

hearts calling

my soul

fire dawning

aflame with love

the DnA of love

light calling

my Soul

still falling

from high above

the DnA of Love

hearts calling

my soul

fire dawning

aflame with love

the DnA of all we are

all we shall be

memory sticks ...

memory tricks ...

time slips away and discolours the view

memory flips ...

memory hits ...

old feelings haunt the present mood

memory fades ...

memory betrays ...

who said which things what to you

memory is an ocean ...

memory is emotion ...

memory sticks ... and becomes you

© David Charles Rowan