On way to work

Faces fly past,
some happy

some sad,
each has there

etched across
some tales of joy

at times

anxiety lines
relate stories

of sorrow.

Each passenger

has in them

something to

share yet

they hold on to

what's their

with a

nervous fear.

revised 9.3.10

Wounds of Time

True

time heals

scars disfigure tho'

leaving unseemly marks

where once

there was

a clean slate.

Without Love

Bollocks
i'd said
i care not

in the least

for love at all
only for life

i am keen
living to the full;

but realised
when away

without thee

no life can be
when love is lacking

I'm not me!


LOVE COME BACK TO ME

Keep Dreaming

Dream you must
to see the vison

of hues that

are to be
your horizon.