If wishes fell like rain,

Then certainly I am a storm,

Wanting, waiting, oh the pain

Of waiting, wanting more

I look around and all I see

Are people who are carrying

Things that don’t belong to me

And I am wanting, wishing

But nothing that I wish for

Could this heart hole fill

I’ll be always aching in my core

Wishing, wanting, until-...

When it sleeps, it sleeps serene

Gentle rolls of sapphire, green

Still and calm it soothes the soul

And cradles the sun in it’s arms

But when the tempest comes

And provokes the sleeping beast

Roaring and raging, it rises, destroys

Then settles to a watery grave...

As you sit at my table

You eat with one hand

And saw off the table leg with the other

Trying to be a good host,

I ignore this.

You keep sawing

You finish your food

And leave, taking the plates

And the knives and the forks with you

I’m left, sitting in a silent room

Filled with empty drawers and empty cupboards

And an empty fridge

You call the next day

And ask to come and eat

With me again...

The day after was the worst,

As usual the atmosphere was flat

As we all, exhausted simply sat

As the merry spirit of the season reversed

But this year something else

Crowded into my head

A heaviness, my brain felt like lead

As I was left with myself

There was an emptiness too,

A weighty nothingness

That spread through my bones

That coloured my mind a shade of blue,

Making me do and feel less...

For the sun that warms my face

And the rain that helps me grow

The amazing hope you give me

And the kindness that you show

All that I’m surrounded by

Flowers, rivers, trees

All of it that I enjoy

As one who you’ve set free

I’m most grateful though, for my weakness

For in it you are strong

You work even through my failings

And give me voice to sing your song

For even when there’s darkness

Still ...

A bud emerges

Small and delicate it starts

To open outwards

It grows in strength and beauty

Into something promising...

I hold it in my hands

So delicate and fragile

This tiny life which, today

I have taken

I am not a murderer

But a simple employee

I do not know my boss

But know full well my job title

I am Death- each day I choose

Who lives and who dies

Ask most people

And I’m sure they’d say

That must be the most difficult

Task in the world.

How can you pick?

How can you choose the death

Of a child? Of a mot...

It’s dark in there whatever the outside weather. The same temperature. The air is still.

The feeling however, the atmosphere- that changes with every ray of sun and every gloomy cloud.

When it is sunny there is joy all around, a lightness and overwhelming hope.

With the crisp autumn breeze there is optimism and energy. A whole new life is breathed into the place.

When the dark clouds and the ...

We met one day, the sun shone bright and hot,

My eyes were drawn to you and I was stuck,

Your gaze held mine, rooted me on the spot,

My heart stopped still; Love’s sure arrow had struck.

You looked away in search of something else,

My face like any other dull and plain,

I could not match the spirit of yourself,

Nor could your quick mind hope to entertain.

And so we parted, went our different way...

Your hands were gnarled

As twisted as the trees

Your face was gaunt

Adorned with hollow cheeks

And sunken, gaping holes for eyes

As dark, as black

As the oppressive night sky

Your heart had frozen

Cold and still

Yet roses, burning red

Grew around your death bed...