Men sent back to Mars
women vamoose to Venus...

..where shadows of the moon,
shimmer in the breeze. The lake...

My ink runs slow, my mind subdued
So many words, are misconstrued...

The skies are dark, the moon has gone,
I see no stars, to wish upon...

How sound affects me
waking before my alarm...

Day
after day...

As spring arrives, from natures womb
her season brings, a baby-boom...

As seasons pass, there is a day,
I’ll visit where, your bones now lay...

beneath a black-netted curtain;
her face simmers in a sombre shade of pale...

The times we had and stories that we shared,
when I did almost drown in waters deep...

..we nestled on a carpet
of rich green grass...

To be called a dad
holds such a magical sound...