Poetry

Just when I'm at my lowestyou pop up in most surprising waysflashing your instant presenceRain drops clinging to a living leafSoft sound of doves cooingThree quarter moon still hanging thereGentle draft on my creased browAroma of morning on my faceI'm not deceived O wily oneMy cut-through thoughts are clearMy body tensed and rawThis world of ours is fal ... Read more..

Sometimes I am the hands of a clock Going round and round Day in - day out Sometimes I sit and watch the clock Just wishing it would speed up Slow down or just stop Other times I just follow my own clock I give or take time As I need Today There is no time, no clock Just the timelessness Of this moment ... Read more..

The swirling vortex envelopes the ocean the current against it a battle in motion An icy cold whisper across a plain breathes life in nothing again and again The dunes awake to a seething rasp as the sands of time succumb to the blast Within a meadow calm and serene a moment simply flutters as the edge of a dream. ... Read more..