In the street
a little boy
He found a pebble... more »
At least three times a week
Thumps, bangs, a loud crash,
Doors slamming, metallic echoes,
Bumps, thuds, sharp edges, smash... more »
An aging Alice sits in her room
Leading a simple life.
Her big adventures are over.... more »
tell me your dreams and tell me them true
tell me of days when you were a child
i need to better remember you
when it all comes round again in a while... more »
Rosa And Arjuna
by the stretch
of open ocean... more »
One for sorrow.
Time is borrowed.
Lost and broken by our fears
All our dreams will fly away.... more »
Shooting Stars (A Sonnet)
The lamps shine down from windows high above,
Burning moths, white wings against the light.
Old roses hang against the well worn walls
Amongst the darker tangle of the leaves,... more »
The Faerie Garden
Its windows blown by wind and rain,
down the lanes where no-one came,
an ancient ruined cottage stood
with tumbled walls, close by the wood.... more »
There's a song that wafts so gently
in music faintly heard.
A song with words so fleeting
I cannot hold them still.... more »