turning seaweed to clouds,

twisting a lifetime around,

in love, entangled;

arrested, depressed and,

interested in resting,

he's restless and friendless,

and less than his friends, when,

the nights be, come endless.

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

In need of hugs.
In need of love.
Just to be told, you're overqualified.

Then, if I give up?
I will be told I'm not trying enough.

So I apply more.
Well, until I'm the lucky one.

Because, you can't be overqualified to love.

You want to read me.
Know all about me.
Like my smile look me in the face and see the eyes to my soul.

Upfront, direct and real, my eyes have a lot to reveal.

If in the mood?
Read my eyes.
Read my smile.
And if still confused?
Then you can't read the eyes to my soul.

There is no pretense to be seen.
I'm all about reality.

I miss your eyes like I miss the wind...
I miss your laughter and smile like I miss the rain...
I miss your company and kisses like I miss the moon and the sun...

I just miss you...
You just can't imagine how much...

Life is beautiful
The creativity of creatures is amazing
from the insects to the birds to the fish and mammals of the world
The colours and the hues
Big and small
I love them all
Life is amazing
We’ve just got to use our senses
To appreciate what there is
From sight, smell, sound
In the air, on the ground
Everywhere and all around
Life is beautiful!