Little treasures that get lost

swaying back and forwardunder a warm breeze.The sun is warming youfrom your fingers to your toes.You’re on an island paradiseaway from the chilly winds that blow.Relaxing in that dream world,you have made for yourself,while the real worldis a million miles away.22 March 2008

that maybe right or maybe not.We always have words to saywhen we are talking to someone.Therefore when you thinkyou have lost words to writeyou haven’t really.Just think of a conversationyou might be having with a friendand before you know,the words will start again.9 June 2008

street corners gather memories,friendly memoriesyou can say Hi to everyday.They are memoriesof your progress through life.Memories of important eventsthat moulded and shaped our lives.Therefore, wheneverwe pass the cornersour friendly memoriesare always there to sayhave a nice day(12 November 2007)

your new glorious day,we may be surrounded by enemies.Let us stand tall and face them,with a smile of friendship on our face,and not with the contemptthat is so visible in their eyes,and as we walk towards them,protect us with your gown of faithwe wear for all to see.Let them see we mean no harm,and that…

there sitting at a tablethat is quite close to you is someoneand you think you recognise themfrom your past somewhere.They are older,but something about themsuggests to you that you know them.It is just their name escapes you.You are not sure whether to approach themin case they don’t remember you.The more you hesitate,the more frustrated you…

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…