If one listens and stands still

You can hear the whispers of long forgotten angels

Sad sounds that would make you cry

The rustle of your soul makes a sad lament

Listen carefully

And you can tell when your thoughts let out a sigh,

such a sound.

And as you lay down to rest

And you close your eyes

All your dreams flow together for the very last time

You find peace

You would smile

If you could

When my footsteps fade from earth,

What will remain of my life's worth?

Will echoes of kindness be heard, resound,

Or will silence settle where I was found?

Did I plant seeds in hearts and minds,

Nurture dreams with written lines?

Did I lift others when they fell low,

Or let the winds of indifference blow?

Will my laughter linger in the air,

A melody of joy, light, and care?

Will my words inspire, my actions teach,

A legacy of kindness within their reach?

The sea was black, forbidding, yet

silver tipped waves reflected

the rising moon.

The water ebbed and flowed,

scampering over the shingle that

hissed and whispered in contentment.

To sit and listen was an honour,

to be alone was not with fear.

In those moments nothing seemed to matter

only I existed, only I, in gentle breathing

did welcome the glorius night.

Push up bras, and old guitars

Diamond rings and birds that sing

Plastic flowers, radios for showers

All in the shop of everything

Scaffold planks and old fish tank's 

Wonky carrots and talking parrots

Second hand books and old fishing hooks

There in the shop of everything

Cats of China a large piranha

Scarves of wool and the head of a bull

A circus of fleas and tired christmas trees

Yes in the shop of everything