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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quieten your mind
Silence your voice...

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

The shadows will reach and smother this day
As evening approaches, no words left to say...