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

The Fallen Meadow

They were off to war! The merry men

At long last, to bring an end

To their enemy, that hated race

And return home in song and praise

By day they crossed long mountain roads

Their nights were filled with glory and hope

For they were a brave and noble power

And this, now, was their hour

Then they came across a blooming meadow

And their forms cast a dreadful shadow

On the blooms; pure, bright and fine

That in the sun, did glow and shine

They paused, for it was in their way

They could not go, they could not stay

Beyond was their dreams of glory

But before them was a living story

For a long time, they stood and looked

Till, at last, the General spoke

“Onward men! For the greater good!”

And the blossoms were trampled underfoot

They went, they won, they returned in praise

Many toasts in their name were raised

But the meadow they trampled in their power

Never again bloomed a single flower

Copyright © 2019 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2019/01/the-fallen-meadow.html