Friday, November 9, 2018

The Story of your Life

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A good life is a gift, a gift of moments with laughter on your lips, your interest tickled, full awareness of your senses,
what is more welcoming than the recognition of a kindred soul, a like-minded stranger in an obscure location, those instant connections beyond time,
moments that creep into your memory to stay, to recall on rainy mornings, stormy afternoons and uneasy darkened hours,
and through the years these moments keep growing, startling realisations and welcoming surprises multiply into a glorious rainbow, to form The Story of your Life, treat your gift well.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Dreams and Dreamers

Dreams just keep on dreaming
reaching higher than before,
dreams are changing, ever changing,
there’s no exit from this door,
you can live in your creation,
awe and wonder painted real
and the pictures keep on growing,
yes you’re in them, never fear,
and the dreamers will keep on dreaming
build on what they had before,
dreamers change, they’re ever changing,
let us walk on through this door.

Monday, November 5, 2018

The Mist over the Ocean

There is no moon to guide me, there is no sun to light the way, you’re disappearing into a mist stretching south to eternity,
and it keeps getting thicker, visibility reduces to nil, the air is so moist I am drowning in an ocean of sorrow,
my breaths get shorter, my eyelids grow heavy, a comforting numbness wraps itself around me, too alluring to resist, to become weightless,
don’t let me drift into this endless sleep, only you can pull me back before I sink, only you can give me back my sight, my meaning, my purpose. Don't go?

Thursday, November 1, 2018


The hour is late, the streets deserted, orange pools of light the lonely sentries in the dark, we’re in your car driving past the old stone church, race up the dual carriageway towards…  there’s a tension in the air, I keep looking over my shoulder, are those headlights following us or is it my paranoia finding threats fuelled by fear, that don’t exist… I look over to you, your eyes focussed on the road, your body adeptly in control on this mad flight across the city, away from them, away from all known, away…

and again we pass the old stone church, turn left up the dual carriageway, the energy flowing one of hurriedness to reach privacy, seclusion, to the fulfilment of plans devised, dreams we dragged into reality, toward a togetherness, a new way of living, and your eyes shine with excitement, brighter than the streetlights in the darkest hours of this night, your lips curl into a smile of victory, away from who we know, away from what we know, away…

and we pass the old stone church again, turning up the dual carriageway, puzzlement, frustration and confusion littering the air, loss of control brimming just under the surface, tethering at the abyss to insanity, why is this taking so long, how many churches must we pass, how many doors must we close, how many farewells must we issue before we’ll reach the outskirts of this town locking us in, until our page is clear and we are free to leave…

Tuesday, October 30, 2018


picture: my own

The sun a red ball in clouds
filtering rust into the light,
ash is falling like snowflakes
dusting all in black and white confetti,
acrid air scalds the throat
bringing tears to my eyes
both from smoke and distress
of the destruction burning
through once lush forests
and green vistas,
towards farmsteads and homes,
we are helpless against
the might of this fire
blazing along the waters edge.

picture: my own

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Lovers of the Night

picture my own

The Full Moon is rising with the spirits free and strong, they ride on the silver light, that’s where they belong, creatures frightening to who shies away from dark but revealing hidden secrets if you’re one who wears their mark, loosened from the bonds you feel in daylight, are you one of those who will roam tonight?

Thursday, October 18, 2018


The words were prepared in my head, practised over and over in a multitude of variations, until I had the courage and took a chance to entrust you with my darkness, believing you would listen with understanding, but you exploded with anger, gritting teeth and accusation, turning everything I said around to yourself, took my words and fired shot after shot in my direction… I become silent, cannot look you in the eyes, every word a physical blow, I murmur an apology not mine to make and escape your proximity, shutting out your voice, your presence… you told me I could tell you anything and I believed you, how could I have been so wrong.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

The end of the line?

You collapse before me, your eyes briefly blaze then turn dull, staring fixedly at a point beyond this world, and I freeze, a second in time stretching forever, I cannot move, I can only watch helplessly, an observer of something greater than me.  Then I’m struck by your pain, an overwhelming force transposed as my own, I need to reach you, hold you, shield you from the attack, I need to banish the sadness from your eyes, redraw the images bleeding across your vision, negate your anguish with my love, give you the strength to quell the illusion that this is the end of the line…