If it were in my talents to write a song

the heart of its theme would be you

you are always reminding me

abstain from the melody,

concentrate on the lyrics

they carry your feelings

it is the words you say

you are always speaking to my heart

they do more than that

they have always captured my soul

i want a language in which

only you and I ever share

The long shadows engulfed the world
as the night arrived, accompanied
by the Lady Moon and her glittering stars.

In the silence, I looked at the fabric of my life,
moments that have shaped my identity,
a journey riddled with long and short trials
testing me until I bloomed in maturity.

I saw past follies when I was young and naive,
thinking that I could face the world on my own,
only to learn despair waiting at a corner
mocking me with his crazed laughter.

Mental rigours

At arms length we hold all thought,
still they flood so fast the barrier.
In raging dreams so driven, we’re caught,
are we recipient and or just the carrier.

Mysterious strokes of mental metaphor,
ticking time bombs to normal good sense.
Taste so sweet or foul upon our candour,
giving us the discipline of a self pretence.

Thriving so fast in our being, none is light,
the crushing pains of guilt we all carry.
There all normal thoughts they’ll blight,
even a man with quickest wits can’t parry.

Jolly. and .Sally

Jolly.....
Do you remember
that evening in summer,
when on a warm afternoon
you fell off the swing
I ran across the lawn
to help you spring

Sally
Yes I do remember
then as you wiped my knee
and
picked up my skirt slightly,
I blushed as your face flushed
and
you know why
your look made me shy
you know too why
what you did see too...

Jolly...
It was a lovely encounter
you held your breath thereafter
then I held your hand to thank you,