Wednesday, 12 August 2015


She looked to the sky
and asked the moon why
his crestfallen face
drooped from outer space?
With a sigh he replied
"It is my heart.
For I am so far apart from my one true love.
She is the sun that smiles from up above.
No matter how hard I try
or how fast I fly,
I'm always missing her light.
Seems I am destined to live
forever in night."

Tuesday, 11 August 2015


The gentle bite of an early autumn day.
A languidly rising sun shining through a shroud of morning mist.
The way it gleamed off the old maples, ripe with dewy jewels.
Leaves crunching and shuffling underfoot
as I made my way across Johnston Green.
I remember that moment.
It hangs in my memory like a work of art.
A fragment of time I yearn to feel again, but can only admire from a distance.