The Chair beneath the Tree

How forlorn that chair is

Resting there on its own

How sad and grim it is

That companionable seat, alone

There ought to be a soul there

Content beneath the tree

Where with the souls of nature

It could be set free

Or perhaps two souls could rest

On that plain old chair

For to talk of pasts and of futures

Requires a charming air

Or maybe three could cast

A lovely and joyful spell

One for the past, one for the present

And one for the future as well

But whatever it is

Leave not this chair alone

For a place meant for others

Should never be on its own

Copyright © 2020 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Castles in the Sky

I should like to lie in a garden

And look up at the sky

Where the clouds would freely roam

And the gentle birds would fly

I would watch the changing colours

The varying shades of blue

And when the sunset comes

The reds and yellows too

The sun would shine his radiant rays

In bursts of angelic light

The sky would seem a paradise

Singing in glows dreamlike

And I shall watch and I shall see

The clouds and time roll by

And while watching spent a while

Building castles in the sky

Copyright © 2019 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2019/06/castles-in-sky.html

Winds of Memory

The wind sings with memory

And I remember each time and place

When I closed my eyes in appreciation

As it blessed me with its grace

For as it whipped through my changing hair

And sang into my ear

That old song that has never ceased

Throughout the changing years

I saw walks alone in gardens

Or amidst bustling crowds

I saw peaceful times at home

Or times by streets loud

I lived as a child again

As carefree as the sky

I lived as a youth once more

Growing wings to fly

And the wind brought back these times

With a smile upon my face

And though I stood and moved not

I breathed in many a time and place

Copyright © 2019 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2019/05/winds-of-memory.html