Everywhere you go

A smile curled my lips,as slowly the lights went out.The moon shone down on us,its light embracing our naked formand the contours there.We embraced each otherwithin the long grass,our bodies locked togetherwithin passion’s embrace.Her throaty murmurswere lost to the windand only the small creatures of the nightwitnessed our consuming passion,as we reached beyond the moonto…

but whatever path you takeit is always up to you.Some paths are filled with beautycolourfully decorated on either side.Some paths are not so cheerfuland gloom hangs from every branch.Some paths are well wornwhere many feet have gone through.Some paths have not been ventured onand these always hold something new,but whatever path you takeit is always…

the butterflies waking danceand the songs of evening callsare ours to enjoyand stand within our graspif we can wake our senses,our eyes and earswe will see and hear it allas each day comes to call.

the past is onefor once it’s goneyou cannot get it back.Best let it go and lay it to rest.A lost love is anotherfor they probably have found someone newand the more you search for themthe more you make yourself blue.For there are some thingsthat better left alone.The more we learn this lessonthe quicker we can…

no matter where you go.You will always bea part of mecome sunshine, rain or snow.Your memory is part of me,now don’t you know.The taste of your lipsforever lingering on mine.Your love still embodies me,and will never let me go.You are part of me now,though you may not think so.You will always beentwined around me,for you…

< br>(Author’s NoteThis poem was written the morning after my stroke. Thanks to the quick action of my wife youngest son, Ambulance personal and Hospital staff I am still alive to tell the tale.)

partner should look like.As we are all differentso are our visions of what perfect is.If we were to paint a portrait,how would our vision turn out to be?Some like slim and petite,others see someone well-builtand the choices go on and on.Perfection is impossible to predictas each of usare reaching for something different.With so many attributes…

Someone said she could become a starWith the voice that was heaven sentShe looked up at the jewelled night skyWondering how far she could goThey offered a record contractAnd a bit part in a west end showShe could see herself singing around the worldPacking her bags off she wentShe appeared on TV, even made it…

However there is a new breedof what I call looney tuneswho if they don’t like the speedthat you are doing come up behind youflashing their lights and blowing their horns.They never think you are going that speed for a reason.They don’t read speed limits,all they want to do is raceand cause mayhem on the roadsjust…

I didn’t want them in years to come,to haunt me with memories of you.Our car in which we used to travel,around to see our friends,I sold so I could get something new,that didn’t hold the perfume of you.The house would have to go,too many memories,of you lingering there,and they are too hard to bear.Just another…

The pigeons didn’t reply. They just moved about from one piece of bread to another and chasing off any sparrow who tried to snatch up a crumb.“Of course she is a lovely woman her. I am surprised that she never married. There was talk that she was engaged once. It’s said that the chap ran…

the moments will ever end.Treasure each other’s loveto prevent it fromever slipping away.Treasure everything in your life.Guard it carefullyin case one day it simply fades away.19 March 2008