Optimistic Daydreams

I can’t think anymore – it’s black with nothing left to give. These blue eyes seem to be getting smaller, with the grey hairs growing thinner over a wrinkled brow. Waiting, waiting for something to happen. Nothing ever comes from waiting; instead, old memories give life into a dying body. Hopes materialised into dust – …

Walking Home

The fields of wheat look free in the warm sunset. Light touches the horizon and wraps a soft, warm glow of appreciation into the awaiting eyes. There it is, happiness! Some days last too long, working for a future race that will never be known. I hope they visit this place; I hope they are …

Seed Of Love

Past poems talk of stars that softly fall into your arms. Poets speak and sing of love as it hides under a dying Sun. A beautiful woman calls to her man, in the morning when the sea-salt passes through the sands. The cold waves wash in feelings of warmth as the rays from the North …

Alive

Looking into the night sky; I know it isn’t dark. Beyond human light-pollution is a wonder painted as art. The galaxy we sit in, lights up space-time like a light bulb reflecting through the black hole of your eye. 100 billion stars twirl into a dance – pulling planets around in a 360° trance. Some …