Poetry and Photography of Peter Davies

I AM Let the wind comb her hair
I am no-one yet still almost there,
A voice heard in a leaf that's falling
My vow into soft shade is calling.

See the sky within her dark eyes
I am invisible as if a breath of sighs,
A song like the breeze is shifting
My vow on the autumn air is drifting. So slowly the sad Sun is kissing her
I am the child left to shed its tear,
A lullaby is sung against that skin
My vow as the rain that shall begin.

Let the light fall through her hair
I am no - one but still almost there,
A verse to love before the twilight
My vow given to the hungry night.

© Peter Davies 2022 TO BELONG

The smell of cut grass
Just after the rain,
Buttercups are peeping
At the new world again.

Listen to the wind returning
Listen to the sky,
Listen to the Earth in autumn
A dream to never die.

The scent of the conifers
Kissing your soft skin,
Hazels full of anticipation
The season turning to begin.

Listen to the wind returning
Listen to the air,
Listen to the Earth in autumn
A dream for us to share.

The sound of chestnuts
Falling so quietly tonight,
While squirrels bury acorns
Before the dusk's delight.

Listen to the wind returning
Listen to the song,
Listen to the Earth in autumn
A dream to just belong.

© Peter Davies 2022 SOULMATE

For the want of a soulmate
I talk to the old Oak tree,
While the river whispers by
It is longing for the sea.

Silent as in the shade I sit
Listening to a time of stone,
While the wind is twisting
Around this heart alone.

Need is the greed of hunger
Honey the taste on the tongue,
While the past it fades away
New light waits to become.

For the want of just one touch
I climb the walls of the night,
While the dark wood it rustles
Beyond my sorrowful sight.

© Peter Davies 2022 There is Only

There is only
This moment,
With one breath
You know the Earth;
Time stands still
And lonely,
How many breaths
Since your birth.

There is only
This moment,
With one blink
It slips silently away;
The air is still
And lonely,
How many blinks
Within a day.

There is only
This moment,
With one kiss
It drifts far from view;
Life moves on
And lonely,
How many ghosts
Disappear as dew.

© Peter Davies 2022 For My Soul

I walk beneath
The weeping leaves,
In autumn's light
My skin it greaves;
The Aman roars
Welsh fields they sigh,
From morning's kiss
My soul does cry.

I move along
The path I choose,
In silence's song
That I sing or lose;
The Llwchwr flows
Towards the Swan sea,
Still but half awake
My soul and me.

I breathe the air
The taste of Earth,
In newborn wonder
Held long since birth;
The Lash it rushes
Over brick and stone,
I am forever in love
My soul alone.

© Peter Davies 2022

Poetry and Photography of Peter Davies