Dream by Adam L Parry.
Red bright, in my beautiful dream, a snow queen
long locked away- our
eyes met over the ice-cream counter-
a green bag over her shoulder
of plastic and black
her pale face, unmarred,
unfreckled, she sleepwalks
to work, dreams her own
dreams counting the footprints in the snow
I left behind.
Perhaps, perhaps the Snow
Queen will come to me as I sleep
In Beauty.
LARA POEM
The magic remains in the colour of
your hair.
The beauty belongs in your so
white eyes.
The love is recalled as you sleep
and sigh.
The truth is recalled in your
blue, blue eyes
The truth remains in the hands
that holds.
The sorrow returns as you turn
away and go,
But happiness returns in the magic
that remains.
After the sadness my heart opens
again
July 27th. By Adam Parry
“Colour in my heart,” the lion
cried
from the dot to dot picture I had
made.
“Make me look serene yet ferocious
that I may seem to clutch
brightness
with my golden stare,
make my land a Kaleidoscope, as
you
touch colour to the savannah and
sun where I belong.”
I took some blue and gold and dew
coloured in the lions land
put texture and tricks of the
light
the pencil drew out of me.
As if meditating over the
surprises of time
as I inspect the sun.
I display the light upon the lion’s
mane.
Unthought-of, in a thoughtless
moment,
the lion on the paper
roared with pleasure at the land I
had made for him.
From a small red book by AL Parry.
Love is a diamond
held hidden for so, so long.
Accident or design?
Love is lost and found
in a dark clown’s smile-where a stranger’s
fears crash upon the rocks and
uncover the birth place of the diamond
a moment waited for forever
and beauty enters the day.
