Showing posts with label meadows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meadows. Show all posts

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Winter seen from outside

Nikon P90; F2.8; 1/30sec; ISO: 64; 4.6mm; WB: Manual
















Winter - lets conquer it and make it a time to remember !




And it's sure been a cold, cold winter 
And the wind ain't been blowin' from the south 
It's sure been a cold, cold winter 
And the light of love is all burned out 

It sure been a hard, hard winter 
My feet been draggin' 'cross the ground 
And I hope it's gonna be a long, hot summer 
And the light of love will be burnin' bright 

And I wish I'd been out in California 
When the lights on all the Christmas trees went out 
But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle 
And the restoration plays have all gone 'round 

It sure been a cold, cold winter 
My feet been draggin' 'cross the ground 
And the fields has all been brown and fallow 
And the springtime take a long way around 

Yeah, and I wish I'd been out in Stony Canyon 
When the lights on all the Christmas trees went out 
But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle 
And the restoration plays have all gone 'round 

Sometimes I think about you, baby 
Sometimes I cry about you 
Lord well well well

Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you 
Sometimes I wanna keep you warm 
Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you 
Sometimes I wanna burn a candle for you 

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Meadows of Heaven

Nikon P90; F8; 1/160sec; ISO 64; 4.6mm; WB: Cloudy
















Whenever we are scared or tired of the world surrounding us, we are tempted to go back to the places where we've once felt safe and happy, the places we've kept close to our hearts, the places of our childhood. 




close my eyes
The lantern dies
The scent of awakening
Wild honey and dew

Childhood games
Woods and lakes
Streams of silver
Toys of olden days

Meadows of heaven

The flowers of wonder
And the hidden treasures
In the meadow of life
My acre of Heaven
A five-year-old winter heart
In a place called home
Sailing the waves of old

Meadows of heaven

Rocking chair without a dreamer
A wooden swing without laughter?
Sandbox without toy soldiers
Yuletide without the Flight

Dreambound for life

Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden
Until I see the first star of fall

I fall asleep
And see it all:
Mother's care
And colour of the kites

Meadows of heaven