From dawn to dusk...

An ever changing sky...


At sunrise when the 'golden fireball'' wakes in the 
eastern skies, embrace these enchanted moments 
that will surely colour your smile; Breathe, breathe 
deeply the sweet morning air a lifetime through, for 
each new day is like an illuminated answer to an 
early morning prayer...

At sunset when the sun glows one more time with 
divine intensity, share a flash of existence in tender 
embrace amid the nearing dusk and the dying day; 
And when the sun sinks far beyond the horizon, night 
shall fall and every single flower will return to sleep 
with the earth... 

And as the moon decks the sky, a silhouette of new life
hides behind every twinkling star in the blissful heavens
 - an ever changing sky even as darkness swallows the 
daylight...

by Wajia-Patricia Bühl

In a single clap of wings...

Mythical bird, feathers of flaming scarlet and 
gold, it is said that you nestled near the cool 
waters and lived on dew; You respond to the 
name of  'Phoenix' and it is believed that you 
only existed at any one time; Truly a mystery 
to man is your long life span - some hundreds

of years they say;

King of the birds, bursting into flames at your life

end, how is it that you arise from your ashes in a 
single clap of your wings - up in the city of the sun? 
It is said of you that you are harmless to man and 
that you sang the most enchanting songs to seduce 
the Goddess of the sun every morning at dawn; 

Solar bird, with eyes of the finest blue like polished 
sapphires illuminating the sky; Bonding with the 
rising sun, dying and aborning all at once across 
cultures & throughout time - O' what an awesome 
symbol of creation & new beginnings...

by Wajia-Patricia Bühl

Dancing patterns in the sky...

As the north wind blows, a cloud of 'common feather' in flight
high above the pale blue winter sky; O' what a marvel of sights
as flapping wings rise & fall constantly changing in shape, like
a thousand angels in perfect accordance spiralling patterns all
across the universal skies whilst the twinkling stars look on in 
praise through the windows of the galaxies...

As the harsh north wind blows & the bare winter trees sway, red
throat Swallows glide in agile flight over the mountain-tops high
above the rustling belt of the seas that girdle the shores way down
below; Cruising southward in the wide starry skies, they gasp in
wonderment and gracefully wave their long tail streamers in shy
greeting to the majestic sparkling stars...

As the howling north wind now becomes a distant sound, flocks 
of dark glossy blue-backed Swallows pursue their flight through 
western lands across the Pyrenees and high above the Straits of
Gibraltar, gliding further south across the vast Sahara where some
 finally reach their destination, while others continue to fly tirelessly 
deeper to the south...

 As the long and perilous journey of the Olympian birds reach an end, 
the awestruck stars sigh in one voice : O' what a performance of amazing 
feat of strength & endurance! And now the glossy blue-backed beauties 
twitter loudly in the only language they know, responding to the song 
that summer sings and 'readying' happily to forage over wide open 
pastures of green all through winter until spring... 

As April draws close they prepare to retract their long route northward
bound where spring has yet again proclaimed the throne of the seasons 
and where the soft warm sunrise awakens the yawning earth as daylight 
melts the dawn - awaiting the Colony of Swallows soon to return to these, 
their northern breeding lands...                                                                                                       poem by Wajia-Patricia Bühl 

Mirror of a beautiful world...

He always had that look about him - 
As his thoughts and his gaze wandered off the edge of the world
his eyes reflected the beauty that befell him; An azure blue glazed
his eyes, like waves of the great ocean that crash on pink-pearled  
coloured shores - in the same way that they collapsed and spilled 
down his cheeks...                            

He always had that look about him -
As his thoughts and his gaze wandered off the edge of the world 
his eyes reflected the beauty that befell him; A silver glint glazed 
his eyes as if a falling star had just bestowed unto him his deepest 
wish in a flash of a wink, from the eternity of the galaxies...

He always had that look about him -
As his thoughts and his gaze wandered off the edge of the world 
his eyes reflected the beauty that befell him; A dark brown glazed 
his eyes like the deep night that looks down upon the waters that 
sleep with the moon in their depths...

He always had that look about him - 
As his thoughts and his gaze wandered off the edge of the world 
his eyes reflected the beauty that befell him; An 'emerald green' 
glazed his eyes like endless rolling meadows woven in clove scented 
grass where drowsy daffodils nod... 

May man always have that look about him - 
A glint of wonderment forever to sparkle in his eyes...                                                                                                                           
by Wajia-Patricia Bühl