Here in the midst of lake and fell
where lake-land poets once did dwell,
penned their words in romantic style
I too will sit and dream a while.

Sat at the edge of mountain tarn
looking back over field and farm,
watching Merlin and Goshawks fly
on thermal winds high in the sky.

The scent of pine from forest deep
red squirrels search for nuts to keep,
native to this Cumbrian land
to watch them scurry, really grand.

So tranquil here midst lake and fell
where reds and poets do still dwell,
the only sound is natures song
this is the place that I belong.

The thought of losing you,
Was unbearable knowing it’s true.
I’m still unsure of what to do,
Should I just let go too?

It’s so confusing to think,
Every happened with a link.
Time with you, went by in a blink.
Maybe we just didn’t sync.

My feelings are so mixed,
Somehow there’s something that can’t be fixed.
My mind still thinking a midst
More time is what I wished.

I’ve made a million mistakes,
If there was another chance, I’d retake.
But these scars will remain.
At least until my life’s bane.

One chance was all I had,
Took it for granted, don’t be mad.
Kind of felt a bit glad,
That you didn’t feel sad.

Whoever the other guy may be,
I hope he opens his heart to see.
The beauty in you that has yet to flee.
Just that someone, will never be me.

My mind said that, It’s over.
My life needs a turnover.
Deep down, in my heart.
I know that I still love you.

You ask why I no longer write
Well,my heart ran out of ink
My mind can no longer think
The boat of my dreams did but sink
The wells of inspiration are dry
Thus no matter how much I try
Can't find enough to drink
And I'm caring no more,broke that link
For in my armour emotion was the *****
Yet my passionless thoughts ****** stink