There was and always will be suffering, the gift was one of being made to feel safe. 

Pouring 

out a river,

where a drop

of ink

would

do.

Steady Love

Steady love 

You were there; 

When I was 

Watching moonlight 

Sleep on meadow dew,

As dew froze 

Into morning frost, 

And barefoot 

I walked through. 

Steady love 

You were there;

When I was struggling 

To hold onto dreams,

Dreams now

Tightly stitched

So they do not fall 

Apart at the seams. 

If Earth into a sphere, was bent and stretched then which idea is too far fetched. 

Day now far away,

in the darkness I listen.

The sound is sweeter. 

Sale

We are all 

born sellers.

Gaining, 

from what

we choose

and how 

we choose 

to sell. 

  
When sunshine plays, everything sings. 

Stood at the far end,

of a time we know will mend.

Reach, there’ll be a hand.

Labelled

“Black” was blacker, 

other tones 

all now darker, 

except “white” 

which was whiter. 

“Rich” I made richer 

the “poor” 

became poorer. 

When it was 

the label, 

I first saw. 

Stood

Stood 

in deep 

thought, 

whilst I’m 

seated 

in yours