Across the silver lake of dreams

who will never seethe sun rise again.They walked beside great armiesas they rose to fightin foreign far away lands.These shoes saw the birth of nationsnear and farand the death of a childthat touch many hearts dear.They watched great cities riseand then crumble to dust.These shoes that have walked a million milesand then back again.Though great…

I sit and dream my dreamsin words unspoken.I sit and ponder the faces of lifein the nightmares of reality,the programmes that hold us spellboundas they appear on our TV screenswhile all the world screams out with fright.I dream my dreams in privateas their images dance inside my head,the beauty and the wonderupon each life befalls.The…

Two faces glancewith a distant stare,but will theirs eyes seewhat their hearts feel there.Strangers, who are only yards apart,yet only faintly see the other.What finger of fatewill chance to get themto see one anotherfinally getting them together?Maybe if cupid is standing closeloaded with arrows in his quiver,he might sent an arrow to oneand another to…

The cruelty of war holds no bounds.Men and boys fight togetherand against each other.Theirs deaths are just numberson someone’s statistics chart.Their names are quickly forgottenexcept by their loved ones.Their bodies rot where they fellin the no man’s land on a battlefield.No one can make sense of the useless slaughterby a faceless enemy across the invisible…

when my travellinghas long gone.When the wanderlusthas left my souland I will return home.Too many days on the roadbrings loneliness to my heartand all I can think ofis that warming place called home.The comfort of an open firewhen the winter winds blow;the loving company of my familywhom I miss with every day,one day I will…

Tonight we make more memoriesto share throughout our years.We hold one another tightafraid to let the other goin case it is just a dreamand like the sun embracing the snow,they will be gone again.Our goal is to be unitedwithin the path of loveand tonight we make more memoriesthat will never fade away.

from green to gold and red.As the days, get shorteras we headtowards winter’s wonderland,which is not that far ahead.However, while we have itlets enjoy the autumn sunand the wonderful coloursthat brings our way.Lets enjoy it while we have itfor all too soon it will be gonereplaced by the winterand its frosty songwhen the world becomeswinter…

looking for what I lostwhen my life made its retreat.Fame’s walls are hollowempty footsteps echo thereof those who triedand missed out on life’s fanfare.Like me, they walk in desolationno umbrella to cover their soulfrom the dark clouds of miserythat empties no pity on anyonewhom it rains upon.Alleyways of lonely drinkersand lost dreamswhose lives they no…

all sorts of magician tricks.Magic is much more than that,more that being deceived,just look around youand see all the magic there is around youfor everyone to enjoy and see.The waking of a floweras the dawn creeps across the sky.The first sound of a new born babeas it gives out its first cry.These are not magician…

no matter what colour,creed or religion they are.Why is then when some grow updoes that status changeand people start to diagnosiswho their friends are?Why?It’s a question I often ponder onwhen I see the abuse around me.5 January 2010

its warmth on my facemade me feel reborn.The dark cloudsthat hovered over my headand the frownthat covered my face.Disappeared withinthe glow in my heartand smiles and laughterreplaced my frown.It told me in its warmthwhere I was going wronggiving me back to strengthto turn my life around.The sunshine also told meto get a grip on myself,don’t…

ears listeningto the readers wordsthe rhythm of the voiceas it rise and fallsin mellow tonesa snigger, a laughas humour surfacesover some jokewhom the reader has missedslowly the story endsa silence reinsits sad endinghas stunned them allreader and listener.24 October 1979