When my young eyes gazed,
The mind was
Amazed,
For this beholder,
Beauty couldn't be bolder.
But a game was at play,
Which took a while,
For the penny to drop,
Spotting her
Achilles' heel,
Not knowing what to feel,
The pain was so real.
But when love turns sour,
I was no wilting flower.
Getting on with life,
Lessoned the Strife.
Then a peculiar situation did occur,
Brisling the fur.
I was desired, like never before,
But to late,
I'd closed that door.

It will never return
Every single day a wish sets sail
But nothing ever floats back
The constant churn of the tide
Is a clockwork peril
A nomadic timekeeper
Telling us over and over
And over again
The time has come
To look elsewhere

The older
I get
the simpler
it seems

Each day
growing freer
divorced from
my dreams

Each year
brings the seasons
of Summer
through Spring

And months
in transition
new changes
they bring

The answers
I chased for
those questions
I asked

Rest quietly
dormant
in the future
and past

As time
now a mistress
no longer
a wife

My world’s
come full circle
in this magic
— called life

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

I had
all the wealth
And I had
all the fame
I had all
the glamour
One life
could contain

I had
all the friends
And I had
all the foes
That now sit
as equals
On the end
of my nose

I had
all these things
But one message
rings true
To have
and to hold
Is but folly
— adieu

(Rhymes From The Nursery: May, 2025)