‘Will You Hold My Hand?’

************ Will you hold my hand and glide me the easy way past the shadows, past the pitfalls? Will you hold my hand through the broken hearts? No tumbling waterfalls for me! Rather, the scattered, shattered thoughts of my mind. Will you hold my hand through the dereliction of the colour grey through to the

BLINK!

She watches him striding up the garden path moonlight blazing down on his every footstep, silver grey she steps from behind the curtain – at last! And watches him approach, both rigid with expectation. How long has it been? Does it matter? Now he is here, and she is right there! Her mouth moves to

Stumble

********* I am but a shadow of my former self eyes like slits seeing nothing on the outside. My shoulders hunched, bear the brunt of a wizened body I pass ghost-like through it all… Life has hurled me the book of dreams fulfilled? – Not a chance of dreams dashed that’s about it! I stumble

An Enchanted Moment

*********************** The touch of a hand, so a balloon rises high into the sky. The twinkling of an eye sends hearts soaring, someone else catches their breath caught between one moment and the next. * Two glasses clink two pulses quicken. And then whispers in the dead of night of promises for today and tomorrow,

Country Living

************* When life gets too much rushing here and then rushing there I can think of going back to that place. When the traffic is at a standstill beeps and horns, yelling – where busy feet scuffle and scrape the sidewalk the cacophony is deafening. The rise of pungent food odours mingle with the death

The Ageless Heart

Worlds may collaspe oceans ripple and journey through the earth. Time passes slowly, ebbing away the stuff of mere mortals, seasons come and seasons go, until two worlds collide. From there. Somewhere. Undefined. From the depth of existence, something ancient yet modern bubbles to the surface… Hark! A heart no less. It knows nothing yet

The Kiss

First there is a kiss – a spirit awkens after a long, long sleep a rose opens in celebration, plucked thereon for its beauty and eternal scent. The air stirs and whirls around the earth a heart opens joy springs forth eyes sparkle, vision crystal clear and beholds a new dawn. A spirit is set

Hello, Old Friend

I’ve dreamed of you high up there in the blue sky illuminating, warming, cheering. Souls awaken at your presence; the earth gives a salute, flowers bloom; pink, red, white, a kaleidoscope of colours, smiles widen. I can feel you on my forearms, my blood cheers as it moves around my body renewed, rejuventated, intoxicated! Snow

Rocking Chair

Here so soon. Years gone to who knows where… Once I was there, fresh, new, hopeful, today I am here, faded, expired with only the echo of a life once lived for company. Children grown, and long gone, husband already on that journey. My rocking chair creaks gently, piecing the silence. Hands puffed, and wrinkled,

See You In My Dreams

Oh the want of you the passion, the desire, the yearning to see your face. I sizzle, I swoon my love, my love! I long to hear the timbre of your voice, deep as an ocean, laugh with you, be with you. How time would stand still. I can feel myself come alive under your