Living with the big C

as the sun rises to kisseach dew-laden petal.We are like love’s flowermy love and Ias we kiss underthe moon’s watchful eye.17 July 2010

Sometimes it’s about a group of friendswhom have become more familythan the real ones we have.They are there with comfortwhenever tragedy strikeswith a kind of lovethat wraps around youand comforts your troubled soul.You gather your family close to you,so whenever sadness comes alongyou will know you will havesomeone to call upon.10 July 2008

Someone I can holdand set me free.You have slept far too longand let so many pass by.Awake my sleeping heartfind me someoneto care for, as I grow old.To be there at my sidein times of happiness,and in times of woe.Awake; awakemy sleeping heartbefore it is too late.Awake, awakeI beg of thee.Awake my loveand set me…

in olden times.They came from distant worldsand some simply lost their way.Their remnants lay hidden,locked in vaults away from our day.Their secrets to be revealedby what they called a primitive society.Their voices silencedfor the good of allsome would say,until new travellers arriveto find those who disappearedinto our yesterdays.11 July 2008

Men and boys in tangled shaped,lay where they fell to die.They tell the tale no one wants to know,that battles are just a waste,that never go into battle in haste.The consequence is laid to rest,in bones bleached bare.

far and wideas evening comes to call.The willow bends its head and weepsunder a gentle breezeemerging from the seaunderneath the darkened sky.The sun has gone to bedto rest for the new dayas I cuddle in my lovers armsand into dreams we strayamidst a child’s prayerasking for life to go on and persevere.All this and more…