but she is never far away.
Our hands have never touched,
but our hearts have,
through our words
that bring comfort and console.
We are not related,
but a big brother she thinks I am.
She is always writing
about this distant friend.
So now is my chance
to write one for her.
I hope when she reads it
she will get a silly grin.
29 June 2007
the life I used to lead,yet now after fruitless searchesI find a dream that is impossible,I’ve met someone with all the thingsthat has made me fall.The way she holds meand cuddles close.The way she kisses meinjecting such passion.Somehow, I knoweven with all the love I can giveI cannot win herbecause of the cruel wayshe has…
the start of a beautiful day,breathing in the cool clear airas you sit in quiet meditationwith only the wildlife for companyto the start of a chill out dayto begin a holiday.You cannot ask for anything betterbefore the hustle bustle beginswhen everyone else has woken up.
and I laid on a private beach somewhereto catch the sun in the buff.Now just imagine what they’d see,wrinkles from head to footand great big batch of grey hair,balding in the middle.I wonder what would happenif they took a photograph of me?The camera would have a fitand the photo would be classed as pornographic.Everyone would…
Two children who are rebornagain in a distant field,we lean against a dandelion,sit on a toadstoolwatch our brothers and sisterstesting out their wingsas they play within the fairy glen.8April 2011
and your leaving has caused me painknowing I’ll not hear againyou calling my name,but when you leftyou didn’t realizeyou left a little bit of you behind.You left a little bit of youin this poor heart of mine,a little bit of youin every room that I enter,a little bit of you that haunts mewhere ever I…
Head cotton ball whiteSeeds ready for flight9 June 2009Summers Glory GoneFlowers drooping headsPetals limpSummers glory gone9 June 2009
