We sit in silent dreams

so we could talk againto our loved ones and friendswhen the lonely hours callfrom dusk to dawning light,telling them how we are getting onnow they are no longer around.I wish there wasa telephone line to heavenso we could hear againthe voices that brought us pleasurethrough the passing years,talk to those again thosewho dried our eyesand…

to keep things out,other timeswe build fencesto keep things we treasure in.19 February 2008

falls a vacant stare.Our mind searches our memories,and worlds within there.It searches the faces of old friends,who are no longer here,looking for happy times,we enjoyed long ago.Then for a brief few moments,the memories surfacefrom the back roads of our mind,and those happy times and old friendsare back with us once again.

I had written twenty years ago.The pages were faded;too much time being opened to the sun.As I typed, I smiledat the things I had writtenand the dialogue I had created.The stories are about a catand looking at the worldthrough his eyes and thoughts.I had even created him a languagethat I had to write a glossaryat…

as they rolled to the shore.The stars danced on each wavefilling the night with romance.Couples walked hand in handalong the sandy shore.Love twinkled in their eyesas they left their footprints in the sand.The nocturnal calls created a rhythm in the aironce the sun had bid its goodbye.The footprints stopped occasionallyas the lovers arms curled around…

each of us tears held in our eyes.We bowed our headsand a prayer to saywhen someone placed a bouquetof coloured roses on the groundbefore they buried you away.A stranger whom we did not knowsmiled and serenely said to usthat these flowers represent their life,and what they gave to us.Red roses for the bloodthat pumped arounda…