May happiness spread
And happiness fly
All over the mountains
All over the sky
Seasons change
Through decades
Through time
Echoed in verses
Line by line
No matter how strained
Our minds tend to be
We’ll always be children
Opening our eyes to see
Silence proves stoic
Whilst a lone man
Sings a song
Of ancient romances
Throughout his years
Now gone
By S J H Fawcett
Behind the Poem
It could have been one morning, or perhaps an evening I was alone and I meditated. Meditation has come on strong since the beginning of lockdown when time fell on my hands like thousands of crumbs on the carpet of my life. I felt a powerful positivity, which came at the end of the session and my mind conjures up oblique rhyme out of nowhere.
It felt very right, and after each session, I recite this poem from my mind, it has been etched into my memory. I believe by saying these words in turn saves my work as a word document saves its data for the next use. Quite technical, yet beautifully organic.
Parisian Poetry 