let your ambitions fly

with sky my limit
come ambitions, let us fly
on the wings of hope

Opportunities come

a fresh wind blows
carrying clouds over mountains
hearts towards clear sky

shaping my world

 

dividing blue sky
I see the growth of many
seasons shape my views

a defining moment

eyes towards mountains
hearts soaring towards sky, in
search of clarity

in praise of water

I wonder who you answer to,
O most precious of drops
that come to cloud our skies?

How strange, even odourless
and colourless, your absence
is always sorely missed.

How easily you flow
with purpose into our lives
as we meander through life.

Being ever reflective in the sun,
cool in the night, all grow to
appreciate your virtues.

As the true heir to clarity
and light, even life eagerly
awaits you in all its seasons.

For, however, tasteless you are,
thirst is quick to rush to you
in aid of desperate lips.

Even your moments of white
stillness speak of great strength
whose coldness can move mountains.

Blessed with fluidity and brotherly bonds,
pools, rivers, lakes and oceans
are keen to hold your essence.

Universal solvent, you are one of a kind,
all will forever seek to know you,
but please… always, – always be mine!

ground on which we stand

between sky and sea –
lie illusions on which we
all must rise or fall

a clear spirit

an open blue sky
empties my mind of clouded
thoughts this summer’s day

brighter times come

life is so fleeting –
why gloomy in spring, oh sky?
summer times will come

a dreary sky

blue delight

hidden amongst the
fluffiness of cotton white
clouds, an azure sky

algae bloom

seeing the blue sky
envious oceans turn green
under the sun’s gaze

a memory of distant times

staring at the stars
I see endless bright phantoms
roaming the night sky

heaven’s choice

without blue, oh sky
what colour would you now be
under this bright sun?

a blue autumn sky

spring memories are
invoked by autumn to hide
its cold ambition

 

J M Lysun

unavoidable fate

 

knowing where death waits
is of no great advantage
falling from the sky

J M Lysun

A thin line

separating sky
and the reflecting ocean
where does one begin?

 

J M Lysun

Self Esteem

As a flower ready to bloom,
I dare not open too soon.

My fragile petals I need to protect,
Of my essence, I don’t want predators to detect.

I am not yet ready.

How can I compare to the summer bloom,
The skies above and the magnificent creatures down below?

I am nothing more than a bud waiting to flower,
And not the freshest, nor the most beautiful.

I wish I was rosier, my petals larger.
I wish my stem was longer
And my colours more vibrant in the sun.

So many things are not what they should be.
So many things are wrong with me.

And yet they tell me I’m so precious.
How can this be?

Oh, my sister why can’t you be like me?

Unlike you, I can’t wait to unfold and be out in the world.

I’m so beautiful and light,
My colours are radiant and bright.

Nothing compares to me.
I’m the ultimate sight.

Can you not see how my stem stands tall?
How my petals are ready and perfectly formed?

These creatures down below they worship me
And the colour of sky pales above.

I am the most expensive and sought after orchid, money can buy.
Of what I say, I do not lie.

… wait a minute, if I’m not mistaken, we’re twins!
What I say of me must be true of you!

By J M Lysun