Above the wind I heard your voice
And touched your greying face...

Upon your mossy banks I lay
As dawn gave birth to piercing day...

Upon the reign of darkest night
You strangle out the morning light...

This bench is oh so old now
It's seen so many years...

I will come to gather you
And take you to my heart...

Amongst these barren hills I sense
A gasping tiny spark...

I watch your waspish tendrils
Wend their way up high...

Hand in hand with summer rays
The ice spins frozen dew...

The Dangers of Texts
Written for a very young friend (only 22) who I...

Quieten your mind
Silence your voice...

Take a piece of my life....
File me under my current name...

I waited for you to go, for SO long -
Holding my breath such icy sighs...