Planted all those years ago, Nurtured with care and toil, It was brought from afar To grow in our mother soilUpon the 14th of the second month, A prayer was said each year The first shoots emerging then Enriched by her falling tears A memory of the sacrifice Of her loved one’s life, One consolation of a war For the widow, a grieving wife And so, as the decades pass The summer’s scarlet bloom Unfolds with bouquet so rich A...

My Lady’s hair is red and gold, Curled like smoke in autumn air. I crave to do all I am told, And write for her when she’s not there.Her image in my heart and mind, Create for now my chosen cage. On waking then my task I find, To set my words upon this page.And gladly will I fetch for her, Whatever she would most desire, A winter’s coat of rabbit fur, A riding crop should her patience tire.A passion that I cannot hide; To...

Gazing towards the sky and inevitable darkness, the sun finally goes down. I am now alone and pondering on the day that now draws to a close. Was I perhaps dreaming or was it for real? Will I see her again or was it just a time of wild behaviour for her; just a fling with someone that she felt could satisfy her immediate sexual desires? She looked at me across the room with that look that just makes one weak at the knees....

And so it began; a journey into a life so strange that I still look back and wonder whether it was all just a crazy dream. Had it ever really happened? Had she ever really existed? Still, all these months later, she still lingered in my every waking thought, as alluring a captivating as the day she had quite literally barged into my life and took it over, as was her way. To be fair things needed to change. I was in a rut;...

With every flake of snow that falls, My heart cries out for you. For every bright star that twinkles so, I have more love to show. If I could make a purple rose, I'd name if after you.And plant it in our special place,Beneath yonder yew.  No names or days can make me real, Only feelings in their time.  The flowers of your heart so sweet, They lift my heart divine. Perhaps my memories take their place, Among life's faded s...

Camila sat knees primly together on the setteePerfectly poised, perfectly gorgeousPerfectly fragile, perfectly sereneHer bust swelling perfect as could be. Having their own playful funTwo brunette strands had escapedThe twisted pinned disciplineOf the young beauty’s tightly woven bun.Camila’s slender neck, a tacit line flattersThe intended romance a faux ployDill-scented salmon and caviar sit ignoredJohn’s heart is in tot...

My sensuous Madonna The perfect work of art.  The sculptor cried, he knew You were inside just waiting To be caressed to the surface.  Holding you, praying for release.  Moulding you, desperate for an inner peace.  Priceless

Six silver strings, Thick black fingers with pink nails, pull and hammer them into sound A mournful cry of lonely nothing tearful dreamscape, An eternal cry of the trains, Don’t ya hear me calling pretty baby? In a chord of loss, In a beat of desolation, So alone. Six silver strings reflecting moonlight, Reflecting heart, Reflecting soul, The sands drain away. Driving rhythm as restless as the beat of life, Of the never c...

I stand in the shadows nightly,Waiting for the light,Not to shine on me but you,But to open my eyes to you.I stand and wait for you,Wait so patiently each night,Wondering will you appear,And hoping the light shines bright.I stand nervously as I always do,Waiting your arrival,Hoping to go unnoticed in the darkness,But hoping you will see me one day.The shadow has darkened,The light now comes on,It shines bright in your bed...

This is all before I was born Into the real secret of soulful existence, The return of innocence, And the eye of the storm of love. This is before healing, And the gift of beauty, And eternity. This is a magical tale of fact and fiction, Of memory and dream, I cannot tell you where the cloud ends, And the blue sky begins. A song spins around a central pillar, Never reaching an end. It takes you back, Throws you forward, O...

Many years of dull regret, were burning from my cigarette. My heart was grey and weary. The world seemed dull and plain. When out the corner of my eye, a presence started walking by. The heavens had heard my lament, And I would never be the same. You walked towards me slowly, A shroud of grace, but lowly. When a very tiny child, gazed in you in wonderment. His tiny soul had recognised, The angel, that had caught his eyes....