Monthly Archives: August 2017

Tear away feet, 

ground beneath. 

The emptiness behind, 

sun’s shoulders 

within reach.


On the tip 

of finger taps;

a waltz 

with clouds,

struggle lost 

to folds

in sheets. 

Sleep child,


I’ll sing you

a lullaby

from the heart.

Make way,

for sails that

flap unfurled.

Make way,

for raising

of bars.

Sleep child,


Slip away,

from this

troublesome world.

Slip away, 

from the moon

and stars.

Sleep child,


Play of four,

or seat three,

minus one.

‘Red book’ rules,

from land of 

rising sun.

Hurl the dice, 

with a chance,

half night’s done.  

Trek the maze,

feel the speak,

small talk sum.

Follow gaze,

not deterred,

Long since won.

Come dressed in all black,

for a mountain adventure.

Feet point to city. 

When boredom

has grown,

clean soul

not gone astray.

Had I known

to be unkind,

I’d have given

you away.

Your pain, 

I know it 

as my own. 


not for my loss, 

it’s knowing 

you’ll not know 

the heart 

I mourn.