To others there is sunshine to me all there is is but a cloud they sense happiness and joy surrounds them yet all I sense – I sense is but a shroud I pull you in beside me you move further – further – you move away you tell me our moment will not come … Continue reading Fly


He travelled far and near with her to ranges and the ‘hood he asked for simple things from life and special things he could They spoke of places they had been and some to which they'd yet to stray they spoke of the milk and honey – yes - they spoke of yesterday Their fingers … Continue reading Inside


As the new became a place of passion and desire – the feather on the finger tip – the embers of the fire The desert’s grass as lush and green as kikuyu in the summer as picturesque perfection grew – white lilies from the mire But ever and for always thus subsumed by new surrounds … Continue reading Anew