The sands of time drift effortlessly across the...
Each grain an experience gained with both success...

Waiting, waiting always waiting will he ever come?
Each morning I'm standing by the door, in rain...

The stillness of the night in silence, quickens my...
Unhurried but in haste they come with tears of joy...

These words I write, though eloquent as not of...
Nor have they rhythm and depth those great poets...

Is there no reason why we can't be friends?
Or does the colour of our skin deter...

If love be the poets hand compose immortal words...

To see us walking side by side, down country lanes...
You would feel the love between us both you'd see...

Life restless stirs within the womb a sanctuary of...
This seed from love impatient for release yet...