alarm

time since, time until
eyes constantly on the clock
living by numbers

on hearing 'any other name' by thomas newman

perfection - she sleeps,
i am lost in love for her -
our new-born beauty

bull behind bars

with menacing eyes
the magnificent beast glares
from within its cage

audiobook

small voice in my ear,
transporting me somewhere else.
my feet stay rooted.

ring

the distant church bells
sound across the countryside;
bright peals appealing.

up, up and away

leap into blue skies
and dance amongst sun-kissed clouds
a wish fulfilled; flight.

rarely better than this

to sit in silence
holding our new born baby -
the sweetest of things

the return to the low-ceilinged room

i sink and relax,
i am still as a mountain,
yet flow like water.

heart

loving is living
embracing
all
embracing
living is loving

loose change

i yearn for great wealth,
and then i count my blessings.
i am a rich man.

english summer

thunder and lightning.
summer storms wrack the sky, then ...
sunshine and rainbows.

yours sincerely

i apologise
to anyone i have hurt.
i didn't mean to.

3 a.m.

i stare in wonder;
quiet unearthly landscape
bleached by stark moonlight

wake up

in a dreaming dawn
i celebrate the birth of
this beautiful day

son of a supernova

all that you will know
and everything you are
came forth from a star

a505 at night

a ghostly landscape,
the moonlit lavender fields
entice and entrance

a505

pastel-purple fields
whisper lavender in bloom;
i am nearly home

wherever you may be

once, we were good friends
shared so much - and then - no more
twenty years pass by

recipe

remove distractions,
becalm the environment,
give my mind some room

resist by not resisting

tree bends in the wind
still upright, still standing strong
working with the storm

net

window on the world
lets me see most anywhere
save inside the soul

red

light itself is stretched
as it spans great distances
through expanding space

i wish i had my pen

a fleeting visit -
a thought without expression -
and then it is gone

'belle

to hear her laughing
and watch her play in the park,
love is all i feel

quiet

silence is the space
that allows the mind to be,
thus setting one free

ready, set .......

i'm in a strange race
without a finishing line,
winners or losers

cats and dogs

the summer rain reigns
blue skies replaced by grey cloud
and no sign of sun

born on the fourth of july

where did that year go ?
this is the forty-fifth time
i have been this way.

up before the birds

wide awake at three;
contemplate the day ahead
greet the rising sun

a levelling view from the window

the cemetery
is a silent reminder
of impermanence

sunday afternoon

the tranquil garden;
my place to relax, reflect
and count my blessings