The candle is burning low;

taking me to the paradiseI have always longed for.Where the purple mountainsslope down to the sea.Where fishing boats nudge at their mooringswaiting patiently to be set free.Where a beach of sandstretched as far as the eyes can seeand lovers walk arm in armunder the moonlight at dusk.A place of heaven on earthwhere you can grow…

sweet scents drifting in the airas warm gentle breezesruffles up our hair.We are specks in eternityour voices raised to the heavensas we sing our summer song.Our lives are filled with vibrant coloursheld within a constant glowas we walk along the hedgerowswithin our summer song.24 September 2009

His name is invisibleHis wit is highHis ears are bigHis eyes are sharpHis end is a harp?Date unknown

the blue sky beneath the cloudsappear as the sun strugglesto break through for another day.The birds have woken,their voices ring outwith other early morning callsto greet the beginningof a brand new day.I sit alone and watchas the morning beginsto unfold before me.Watching the cracks in the clouds widento greet the sun for another warm summers…

as the lights went outthe lovers came out to play.First it was arms around shoulders,then came the closer move,it was then the kissing began.There was more action going onin the seats in front of me,than there was on the big screen.At one point I thought,I was at a wrestling match.They need subtitles and an X…

The warmth envelopes usand everything aroundspreading the world with smiles.23 April 2016