Beside

Is the sky defined by its colour, so blue?

Does the wind once blown, return or renew?

Does the sun once its shone, die for the day? 

Does the moon change monthly or does it stay?

The way I feel and think of you,

is never with sadness, never quite blue. 

I think of the joy we had in the past 

and hold on to love; a love that will last. 

So be well my baby. Be by my side..

and share in this love, I wear it with pride.

The Morning Mist

First light, clock, wake, body-ache.

Stretch, shower, water, clean.

Hair, dry, products, sore eyes.

Look, turn, check, alright.

Rush, drive, headlights, arrive.

Mist, dawn, birds, song.

Find, place, pose, wait.

Turn, stare, numb..

Perfect.

True Beauty

True beauty 

is..

not hard to find.  

It's more about 

a

state of mind. 

It's how 

you see 

and 

what you mean 

to me. 

True beauty 

is 

the way 

I feel. 

I look 

at you 

and I 

feel real. 

Your smile 

it warms 

my cold 
and sultry 
day.

Beauty

The beauty within,

is not about sin,
it's finding what 

matters most.
For what we shall find, 

shall prove in time,
to be the love 

we hold so close.