Winds of change...

All were oblivious to the steely grey eyes of destiny 

that had predicted the brewing storm in the distance;
All were oblivious to the change that was to come, 
precipitously the world stood still, breathless and 
half in trance;

Of all that was taken for granted, broken pieces of 
ourselves left in everything we used to love; Heart
warming gatherings, brotherly handshakes, hugs
and warm embrace, now reduced to mask & glove;

An eerie silence reigned throughout the world as
phantoms roamed the deserted streets, void of all 
bustle, laughter and chatter; All the while nature 
thrived like never before in her newly proclaimed 
space, adamantly indifferent to mankind's plight 
and shatter; 

And now man gradually awakens from his plight,
holding his breath in hasty attempt to brave the 
vague; Unforeseen days are yet to unfold as a very
different tomorrow awaits;

Leaving behind broken pieces of ourselves in all the 
things we used to love... 

by Wajia-Patricia Bühl 

Everchanging patterns of tide...

Man is of the sea  

Like an abyss containing every tear drop shed by humanity
her salty waters roll in gigantic waves, chasing each other 
playfully on her surface, before spilling over upon golden 
shores - like poetry in making; Man is of the sea, riding on
the ever changing current, sometimes sailing on high winds, 
he becomes wild, fearless and free, reaching to kiss the sun...

Like magical magnetism, man is beckoned to the gentle lulling
of the sea and there's nothing more beautiful than the sight of
her shift from mood to moment as she flirts with the sky and
blushes in different shades of blue; Nor is there anything more
touching than the sight of her everchanging patterns of tide
crashing upon a thousand shores, then gradually subsiding...

Like a higher Goddess in command she spreads out most 
majestically over the larger surface of the bluest marble 
ever - connecting all things in a dynamic cycle of waters; 
She skirts the continental crust and margins the vast and 
faraway oceans - she's of intoxicating beauty and truly a 
mystery of delight to man's sight as she continues to hold
his regard in awe and to kindle his wildest dreams...  

by Wajia-Patricia Bühl

Splendorous awakenings...

            The earth's axis tilts toward the sun
shifting the sunrise furthest away from the sunset
         'Tis the rehearsal of the March equinox
the very instant of time when the sun glides across
     the celestial equator - flooding light upon the
prolonged hours that mark the first day of spring;

        Poetry 'sprouts' from the fertile ground and
once again the earth laughs in a splendour of colours;
       Blossom of tulips, lilies of the valley, pansies 
of the deepest purple, king cups of Irises, awakening
           lilacs, sparkling dandelions, clusters of 
   Muscari hug the ground beneath - from where 
                  the bright yellow daffodils rise;  
 And the blue heavens look down upon the 'stars' of 
                the earth in a sigh of wonderment; 

    Persephone, daughter of Demeter and Goddess 
     of nature & fertility has indeed descended on 
 earth to tend to the soil that nourish her crop and
    flowers; Rejoice my fellowmen! for the sweet
laughing Spring has come to renew our spirit and
                          make light our hearts...
                       by Wajia-Patricia Bühl

Let the moon rise & fall..

From her compassionate heart to a 
pen in her hand flow these written 
words to gently stitch up wounds 
that she never inflicted; Driven not 
to change but rather to fix things  
others left behind broken -

Hang the stars back up
Refresh the spoilt colours 
of the rainbow with bright 
coloured paint 
Straighten the moon 
Dust the clouds off the sun's 
face to bring in the light...

And yet she gives no thought to this 
because it's just who she is - Let the 
moon rise & fall she'll probably still 
be there, 'tis the only way she knows...

by Wajia-Patricia Bühl

Where no shadows fall...

A special dedication for a special angel...

Your breath lingers on in the enclave of the mountains 
deep in the valley of green and you have become one 
with the rushing waters of the streams & rivers that 
journey to the great seas; You now dwell in the vast 
and ever changing wilderness, far over and beyond 
the hills with the sparkling white daisies that beckon 
their heads gracefully at you in warm greeting... 

Your breath lingers on in the cycle of the seasons that 
reflect the beauty of the earth - like the blossoms of 
spring & summer and the awesome flying colours of
autumn; You have become one with the wind blowing 
from  land to ocean, from north to south & from east 
to west; You now dwell in the rustling leaves of robust 
centennial trees that hold the secret whispers of time
gone by...

Your breath lingers on, captured in the fragrance of 
your scent so sweet that is now permeating the ever
gentle breeze; Your bosom heaves on and your breath 
is now much larger and wider than the breath of man
and you have become one with the great circle where
you slumber in the cradle of nature's own;

Your breath lingers on in the divine light and you now 
dwell where no shadows fall & where you have become 
one with the secrets of the celestial kingdom - your eyes
glowing through the sparkling stars like sapphires of the 
finest blue and where your smile beams in the laughing 
sunlight...

Each time my eyes scan the night sky they fall upon 
the brightest star far beyond the silver moonlight and 
I never have to wonder where you are; Each time the
colourful hues of the magnificent rainbow arc the sky            
I know that you are beyond the storm - for the angels 
know not only the way of beauty, serenity & love but 
also the way of peace...         

by Wajia-Patricia Bühl 





 

Silent serenity...

As the golden ball of sunlight dips over the 
mountains night closes in and it feels like an 
interval, living and dying all at once - while 
holding the magical dream of twilight...

As the swirling galaxies embellish the dark 
skies, I am lost in the silent serenity of the 
glittering dust splashed across the timeless
sky...

It seems to me the sentiments of the stars 
never die as I watch them kissing & hugging, 
loving and cherishing, laughing and sharing...

All the while to the east of the heavens, the sun
light awaits patiently to rebirth... 

by Wajia-Patricia Bühl 

Renewal...

Renewal is an interval forever slipping through time; It is the 
the drifting sunset to the west of the horizon and the flashing 
'falling stars' that play at night; It is the dawn turning to day
light and the majestic sunrise glowing to the east - It is the gift 
of a brand new day and the hope of another tomorrow... 

Renewal is the great unfurling of wings of a mystical bird, that
bonds with the sun, dying & aborning all at once; It is the primal
cry of a new born child and the re birthing of a soul in the mighty 
heavens; It is the metamorphosis of a caterpillar and the wings
of a butterfly, forever reaching to kiss the sun... 

Renewal is the changing of the seasons - 
It is the gentle snowflakes drifting through the pure winter air 
and the warm spring sun drying the wet tears of winter from 
the cheeks of the earth; It is the grace of the falling leaves in the 
autumn and the burst of colourful blossom in the summer...

Renewal is the ever changing face of the moon and the tireless
earth that journeys around the sun; It is the mysteries & secrets
of the untouched planets - yet to be revealed; It is the rumbling
of thunder breaking open the heavens & showering silver threads 
upon the earth; It is the seven startling colours that splash across 
the sky after each raging storm has washed away the dust...

Humble poet that I am,
perhaps 'Renewal' is much bigger than Man could ever percieve it to be... 

by Wajia-Patricia Bühl




  

A perfect glow of beauty...

I dreamed a dream
Of endless blue skies high above the ocean waves lulling on 
the white sandy shores - slowly breaking then receding into 
the ocean's bed; Of boats drifting on the massive expanse of 
the turquoise waters and sea gulls squawking & circling high 
in the salty breeze before swooping playfully into the luscious 
waters;

I dreamed a dream
Of the sunset - smudges of fiery red & luminous orange paint 
blended on deep blue canvas - exhibiting astounding beauty of 
the most spectacular in the entire cosmos; Of soft pink-pearled 
shells scattered on every patch of the golden shores glowing in
perfect blend with the evening light ;

I dreamed a dream 
Of the howling wind daring the silence of the night and of the
wild ocean waves crashing against the massive rocks that lined 
the endless coast; And of seagulls huddled together on an offshore
Island - beaks tucked in soft silky feathers as waves of sleep wash 
over them...

I dreamed a dream
Of a perfect day far beyond at sea, scenes so spectacular and of the 
most beautiful in the entire cosmos...

by Wajia-Patricia Bühl

A dream far beyond at sea...

of the most beautiful in the entire cosmos


I dreamed a dream
Of endless blue skies high above the ocean waves lulling on 
the white sandy shores - slowly breaking then receding into 
the ocean's bed; Of boats drifting on the massive expanse of 
the turquoise waters and sea gulls squawking & circling high 
in the salty breeze, before swooping into the luscious waters 
in frenzied dives... 

I dreamed a dream
Of the sunset - smudges of fiery orange, flaming red & deep 
purple paint blended on blue canvas - exhibiting beauty of
the most astounding and of the most spectacular in the entire  
cosmos; Of soft pink-pearled shells scattered on every patch 
of the golden shores and now in perfect glow with the evening 
light...

I dreamed a dream 
Of the howling wind daring the silence of the night and of the
wild ocean waves crashing against the massive dumb rocks 
that lined the endless coast; And of seagulls huddled together 
on an off-shore Island - beaks tucked in the soft feathers of 
their bosoms as waves of sleep washed over them... 

I dreamed a dream
Of a perfect day far beyond at sea, scenes so spectacular and 
of the most beautiful in the entire cosmos...

by Wajia-Patricia Bühl

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