His heart and her heart
they pulse ruby rain...

Worthy thou art of glowing praise - in all the...
so humbly I ode - an emotive rhyming bode...

It seems that rain drops are tear drops,
the downpour from the arborists' spree...

She was never one for churches;
the incense smells, clanging bells...

'Tis quite balmy here by the bay
dally I may and sand I play...

The penned sadness of a poetess
as evident in the threads...

Those whimper wails - those windy moans
Nostalgic beasts it trails of sombre undertones...

I behest a star that caught my eye;
be true from afar, shine - shine brighter in the...

I wish I had a boat
For yonder past the bay, on a clear azure painted...

The aching is the from residue
Of inebriation creeping through...

Those dreams of mine;
Shape shift and twine...

A brisk haze lingers on the Somme before daybreak
Silhouettes parade in ritual fashion...