The warm depths of your eyes hold me raptured,
Enchanting me in your wrapping embrace...

When death is like a wooden arrow,
a swift and sleek barrel and blow...

Cursed is the woman,
Beckoning her god...

Waters rising,
up past my ankles...

Your round eyes look soothed
Watching the sauntering rain...

a child’s curiosity,
an image of comical proposition...

Close your eyes,
don’t let go...

Surrounded by black darker than worldly possible,
I am caught in deep sleep’s comforting...

A mouse pricked it’s ears,
rustles along the bramble his warning...

I spiral my pen across the page once more
imaginations and realities ready to explore...