..as twilight fades in light of dawn
I will forever weep and mourn...

I didn’t see it coming
as I stood in the path...

I am
baffled by addiction...

A splash of rainfall
wetting natures appetite...

many leaves have shed
summer can’t dry weepy eyes...

If you were dragged backwards
through a storm you would...

I travelled the road of my desire
a path which led me to love-shire...

An age-old golden artist glows
as it meanders upon a journey...

My head falls back-
through a cloud...

Not teaching my kids
to mimic but nice to hear...

I thought I had cracked it.
however...

often, a place I would be seen
was at the bus-mans club canteen...