Poems by Brian Fisher

Magic Music

Music
Magic Music
Music
Magic Music
Dances its flowing dance
Casts its mystic spell
Upon her gentle fingers
Her flute playing fingers
Making them lighter
Making them fly
Racing across
the Tube Divine
the Shaft of Gold
Ascending sounds
that break the mould
Rivering Colours
that won't grow old
Music
Magic Music
Music
Magic Music
A Whisper of rumours
Fluttering on angel wings
That through artists hearts
Nature sings


Night Wind

Cold and clear
The winter night sky
protected the moon
Dark clouds raced
Seeking its nesting place

A small childs eyes
Danced with excitement
And fear, as the wind
the winter wind
howled
Slashing his tender cheeks
with snow arrows

Whistling whirling wind songs
Began surrounding his
Delicate Body
Delicate Being
Bathing him in a mysterious
Bathing him in a magical
Moment of Music
Nature's music
That calms the soul.


TIME DROPS:

As I slipped
just past a minute,

worldthings
swirled so sublime
each breath
that dived inside of me
merged
with the Divine,

Just a minute before memories
capture what we feel
and
weave historic tapestries
that define what was
and is
real,

a tiny
not seen impulse
can rise from deep inside
and flow
into aristry
creating new vistas
as we glide.

a little before later
just moments
over yesterday
rainbows
repaint time,

and
sparkling laughs
arise from
history,
as angels
sing songs,
most never choose
to hear

____________________________

Nature Unfolds:


tinkling
sprinkling
vibrant palette
newness
flows,

Freshly falling
rain drop
Moonbeams splash its path
Windpuffs wipeout yesterday
Futures again
can
laugh