Open my eyes each morning
Admiring the colourful blooming flowers...
The mental blackout curtains,
the heavy, wet fabric laid on my cerebellum...
The Lure
To a fish near a line, it is a thing of beauty...
Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...
Tomorrow not a word
Yesterday's heard...
She roamed the
universe like she owned...
In a World where shadows
Remove the sunlight...
I was born of a Scottish mum,
And a father who was Irish...
These shoes upon my feet
Were handcrafted just for me...
The earth knows
no religion...
Finger tips that dance over paper so divine.
That write the words of love and passion...
I took myself for granted,
I'm luck to still be standing...