Close to the end, Daybreak in sight I’ve made it through day and harrowing night And while it was a journey I come away from I made it not alone, but with all of you. While the sun yet rises I hear sleep call my…

Once this land was swathed in forests dark and knowing Every acre was crawling with life from soil to treetop Now you marvel at quaint country roads spotting a thrush or a lone fox Without knowing what is lost, and may never be regained.

waiting for you on a cramped balcony fills me with fear what do I have to offer you, but cheap plastic chairs? Your text was a curt ‘maybe’ but still I hope Will I see your umbrella, dotted with daisies, or does the rain keep…

Hope Hope for the best in all situations If anyone has told me I would finish the 24 hour marathon I lost hope when I took a nap I came back on and could not find the publish button I did not give up but…

Hope was never a gentle touch It was always a punch to the gut It hurt, and that’s how we knew It was there. Hope was never a fleeting dream It was the Stardust that made reality Even if no one realised It was already…

hope for the best that’s what everyone said but how to hope in hope when one is confused and sans hope when all i see is the caterpillar me and what i want it s butterfly to be i want to believe, lord please help…

Ensconced in my recliner Recovering from surgery My constant companion snuggles in A tiny brown dog Determined to not leave me alone Is happy to have ear scratches And encouraging words to let them up in my lap Napping often with me As my body…

I walked through the green doors and was immediately embraced An old friend had spotted me through the window and raced to the spot to be the first to greet me My heart swelled having not see him in years So many things had happened…

We often dreamt of astral travels Walked through corridors of dreams Danced a slow waltz in Austria And the last tango in Paris Graced a castle in Peru Strolled at midnight through the Louvre Wore the Crown Jewels to breakfast Broke bread with Elvish Kings…

42 Bookers 2015-21 it might only be a little life but it is my life & i am unwilling to exit west to lose everything under the overstory. i am a satin island in a sea of fishermen born in the year of the runaways…