Rain splattered the coffee shop windows,
the suns rays shone before the black dark clouds descended .
A hug ,
a final embrace ,
I wouldn’t ever more see her face ,
her smile when you knew things were bad but somehow didn’t matter .
The rainbow over St Matthews church ,
and sometimes sorrow knows ,
that Rainbows have no end ,
so our friendship can never end .

A new day ,
a poets dream ,
of poetry yet unseen ,
for without a new day ,
there would be no dreams .
For three years ago a paper died ,
and my poems were born out of such misery came .

My love lies on a distant shore ,
taken by a monster I have never seen before .
For my first kiss I would have embraced her love of no sweeter face .
To a kingdom where she is enslaved by the Pterosaurs. .
How could I leave the gal I love to such a fate from up above ?
Why should the cruel sea and their monsters depart my love .
Then I shall go on my ship to sail ,
upon perilous seas ,
wind rain and darkest night ,
with sword in hand defeat the beasts of this land .


What of the monsters that roam the sea when my heart belongs to thee .
The Mosasaurs before me I slay their blood now lies stained on my
chest
Their throats slit by silver sword ,
then spat out with one accord ,
down they go to sickening thud ,
down to shallows thick with mud ,
down to the seas bed that lies beneath,
for to no Mozzie sauras shall I yeald .
My chest I raise with blood stained sword ,
to give thanks to my God and Lord .



I now arrive on tomorrow shore ,
Past the shattered glass no more ,
Past the sunset that was my own ,
and sacred mist that called me home .

There she lies all chained in blood her pumping heart so full of love .
Her captors what beasts of hell ,
With blood red sword so swift to tell .
One by one their wings lie low ,
One by one to sickening thud  they go .
until I stand before my maiden fair ,
her dainty locks ,
her auburn hair .

I picked her up so her feet would not be scorched by the sand ,
placed her on our ship ,
and set sail for
Evermore .

My tomorrows lie on distant shores ,
for when dawn breaks they shatter once more ,
into  a billion pieces of glass .
Every night i watch them turn into a new day ,
every night I’m filled with sorrow .
For like vapour from a distant shore ,
the mornings sun and they are seen no more .

How dare I dream were Vanguards lay ,
and hope they will appear some sunny day ?
How dare the Heracies of the night **** my King in broad day light ,
My rook was taken ,
my Bishop killed and all was left was my Queen
For even Ivanhoe himself how swift a Knight ,
for Saxon kings did he fight ,
could not save the day where my fair maiden lay in mortal wound ,
With broken heart ,
in a land that Pterosaurs prey .

You see I was once caught in a loving embrace ,
about to kiss.my lovers face ,
when one day a Pterosaurs with its mighty beak flew down from the skies and swept her off her feet .
Over the seas of perilous depth ,
through the shattered glass they flew ,
past the vapour that hid the moon ,
past the sun in its golden ray ,
to a land that’s called tomorrow.

My  local Coop is where I shop ,
for Labas Rita’s might or might not be there for me ?
And if she is it’s “ do you have any Kale ,
or tins of tomatoes, mushrooms or soup ?
Her smiling nature ,
her **** smile ,
Is warm in nature before my exterior eye .
Even though this sad tale can only follow as where’s the kale ?
“ Have a nice day “
“;see you soon “
She still drives me Insane ,
there and back to the moon .
“:we have black beans in a tin ,
but not in a sachet,”
so kind and thoughtful were her words one sunny day .

And so as I pack my bags once more it’s “ see you later “
have a nice day “ .
and off I go until the next time ,
It’s Labas Rita’s meets ground hog day .