Come the day
It’s ten to six in the morningA cold, cold morningTravel through the hazeOf half sleepReturning to hateful wakefulnessAnd with itAnother […]
A Presence
In the still of daylight dawningI waitMy presenceUnbiddenBy those I seekHere I standAs the sun slowly risesFrom its nocturnal slumbersYet
Untitled – 2000
Across the plain the pilgrims comeGod’s mercy to receiveBefore them majestic liesCathedral, mystic placeMan builtA house of wonder and prayerOf
Slow silent flows the river
Slow silent flows the riverPast willow, rush and grassMountain bornSnow fedAged nowSilt ladenMeandering, turgidGiving of its beingAs it passesHeading onwardsTowards
Unhinged the Night
UnhingedThe nightFull fearDark dreamsBlackForebodingGhostsMemoriesHaunting me,Hunting meAnd I runFleeingFrom these miseriesAwayFar, far away
Grey Atlantic Dawn
Waves upon the wilding coastFar flung spume of grey AtlanticScudding clouds, dark in furyOver headland pass in hasteI stand aloneAnd
Sad run my thoughts
A deathTragicUnnecessaryCame to my viewOn the televisionThe other dayA personAloneHad ceased to beAnd I cried
