Tuesday, June 15, 2004

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

Dream

Dream you must
to see the vison
of hues that
are to be
your horizon.