Everything we see is
it’s pristine essence
casting the same light
from the womb of darkness.

Gripped by the dolor of a glaucous sky,
love's longing reminds us
that nothing is ever truly lost
to anything less
than the visual acuity of a heart.

Unseen signs never give up
their quest for being seen.
With a slight tilt of the head,
the light of the heart changes...
and so does everything,
everything.

When I am gone,
find me in the
slow, creeping morning light
at dawn
when the dew glistens
and returns to its creator.

When I am gone,
find me in the sparrow
that swoops and bends
to find the perfect place
in a giving tree.

When I am gone,
find me in the genuine smiles
of those around you
whom you fill with great joy.

When I am gone,
find me in the radiant sun
peaking through the clouds
giving light to the world.

When I am gone,
feel my love
for my love is a candle
ever burning, never fading,
always understanding that
sometime we will meet again
soon.

Do you ever feel anxiety?
Do you ever feel ashamed?
Do you ever feel the thoughts you have are sometimes quite deranged?

Are you all okay with everything that flows around your mind?
The words that come alive through you do they seem quite unkind?

Or do you err with caution and try not to upset
The ones who read the words you write and so your work you'll vet!

Sometimes they might need steering towards the point you make.
Sometimes you want to frighten them, or make their poor hearts break!

Your genre points the way for you and you try to make them see.
The message that you write about within your poetry.

Some point out the choices that we aim for in this life,
Whilst others try to show the world in all its weary strife.

The rights and wrongs of lovers, governments and greed.
Whilst others write about the things we all need to succeed.

But whether you script horrors tales or tell of someones plight.
The most important thing you do my dear friend is write!

I hope that our children have a better life than we do.
I hope that they don’t have to live in constant fear of being beaten, *****, or killed.
I hope that they get to live in a world where hate crimes no longer exist.
I hope that they get to live in a world where what’s inside is considered more beautiful than what’s on the outside.
I hope that they get to live in a world where both men and women get equal pay.
I hope that they get to live in a world where they’re praised for being different rather than hiding from who they really are.
I hope that they get to live in a world where justice is served to everyone.
I hope that they get to live in a world where the minorities aren’t constantly facing oppression.
I hope that they get to live in a world where they don’t have to fear a possible nuclear attack by a foreign country.
I hope that they get to live in a world where people who need psychiatric attention aren’t categorized as “mentally insane.”
I hope that they get to live in a world where their government isn’t corrupt.
I hope that they get to live in a world where getting a good education is more of a blessing than an economic burden.
I hope that they get to live in a world where world hunger is not as big of a problem as it is today.
I hope that they get to live in a world where everyone is loved and treated with respect.
I hope that they get to live in a world where suicide rates aren’t as high because people with severe depression or high stress levels are getting proper treatment.
I hope that they get to live in a world where they are able to voice how they feel without fearing that they will be humiliated.

I hope that they get to live in a much more improved and accepting world than the one that we currently live in.

Often, in mornings, I wake by your side.
                                               A magnetic field pulses from your core;
                                   summoning beats from my heart in its sleepy haze.
                                    Mesmerised, I fold into you, pulled            
                                       ­                                                                 ­                                            to the right;

                                                         ­            Nudged onto my side, by blood
                                                           ­                                                            rushing to be close to you.