Surface surfers
with insidious whispers...

Heaven weeps,
with wings outstretched as if...

Tucked beyond the back,
Unacknowledged and forgot...

Caught in the whirlpool of life’s tide,
blue depths drag me under...

Why can’t I be a princess?
Said the youngster to his mum...

On rheumatic finger once slender and lithe,
Pearlescent gem still proudly resides...

In springtime first I spied you fair
and lovely as a fleeting dream...

Fairyland is in an uproar,
The phoenix refuses to rise...

Sara shouted “Boddox!”
As she tore her brand new dress...

Yearning for the artists hand
they lie fallow and incomplete...

Isn’t it strange
how time can twist and change...

Pyrite smiles and angel's eyes
unwary innocents ensnared...