Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: the way

  • Seeker

    I see a golden ray Giving light from afar Up the lonely road Near the cliffs edge Where leaves fall in circles, Caring about nothing As they fall, happily And the skies not seen But a streak of sun light Filing through waving trees Now and then, Rodents of tall trees, Curious about the passerby…

  • The Seeker

    I see a golden ray Giving light from afar Up the lonely road Near the cliffs edge Where the leaves fall in circles Caring about nothing As they fall, happily And the skies not to be seen But a sieve of the suns light Falling thru the waving trees Now and then, The rodents of…