It started in a small way

with every new child born.A rhythm of life itselfthat follows us everywherefrom the cradle to the grave.No one can deny it;it’s the most wonderful sound of all.The rhythm of life,the everlasting kind,come the rain or sunshine.When you wake up in the morning,breathe fresh air in,always enjoy the rhythm of lifefor as long as you can.7…

You close your eyes to rest themand someone says you’re asleep,but you are not, just examiningyour eyelids from the inside.Now how can anyone blame youwhen you’ve been upfor twenty-four hours.You don’t want to be rudeespecially in front of friends,so you just use the excuseinstead of saying your tiredthat you are just examiningyour eyelids from the…

underneath the moonlightradiating passions,which leave the world behind.It sets a life sailingon a warm oceaninto ecstasywhere time has no involvementand mystic violins play,where the air is scentedwith forget-me-notsand life dances on an angel’s wing.When love like a diamond shinesunderneath the moonlight30 September 2009

never know where you are going,only knowing where you’ve been.You look for out reaching hands,something to grasp hold of,but in your mind, there is nothing there,until you are stopped with a jolt,that rockets through your system.You think that you have reached the bottom,of that darkened pit,then suddenly you realise,someone has hold of you.A guardian angel,to…

and the boomerangdidn’t want to come back.He would wave it about,then give it a throw it,but the boomerang just ploppedonto the grass.He ran and gave itone almighty throw.The boomerang went a couple of feetand then it came down again.It led the little lad a merry chaseall across the green,this boomerangthat would not come back.(7 July…

Where my love is waiting,for my return.The water is sweet to drink,beyond the distant hills,where a warm fire is waiting,for my return.The grass bends in the breeze,beyond the distant hills.Where my love’s heart yearnsfor my return.A candle lights a window,beyond the distant hills.Where someone keeps a watchful eye,for my return.Beyond the distant hills,where no clouds…