• Lonely Butterfly

    The glass is cold and the night is clear
    I flew so far to be so near
    Her eyes are closed and her breathing slow
    I'll rest awhile and then I'll go.... more »

  • She Came Like A Child

    She came like a child
    Hands outstretched towards him
    As he watched
    Intently from his hide... more »

  • The Day She Came To Me

    In time she wrote to me
    I took my anger free
    It was the end you see
    That day she wrote to me... more »

  • Vision

    You know that I am watching you
    As you step out thru the door
    Your figure trimmed in green
    (The colour of conversation)... more »