Harsh Sun throws our
Shadows sharp against
Flagstones.

Beside the Priory wall,
Brought low by Henrys' Hammer the
Abbott lies, long gone.

Just we two, Now, in
Silhouette-

Your walking stick tapping a
Military Tattoo,
My hat of Panamanian straw
To delineate our presence.

O History-
Goodbye

Surely the New,
Loosened from past embrace

Shall see lovely flowers linger
Just for this Sunny Day

My wrist is getting heavy
How long now have I sat here staring?

I was supposed to be reading
And I'm sure to an outsider that's how it must have seemed

Instead,
the open pages were sunbathing
My right pointer holding one as if to turn it

For, possibly, the past hour

Frozen, but time wasn't

And I had wasted some

Something had triggered something
And just like that
My mind was gone

The rays were burning words
Just like words can burn a heart

It surely wasn't the author's fault
It's been happening to me quite a lot

For, possibly, the past thirty years

I hold this space
For you to be —
Vulnerable and wholly.
I hold the space
When you stumble,
I come alongside,
on bended knee,
So that I can see —
Your bright future in my eyes.
I tell you what's ahead
It's more exciting than you can imagine —
I encourage you to look up
And out,
And live with no regrets.
Isn’t that what it's like to love?!

Bald? Maybe.
Bored? Never.
Got a man on top
Who’s mowing forever.

Each pass he makes,
A joke gets born—
'Cause who needs hair
When you’ve got a lawn?

In shadows deep, where sorrows lie,
The cuts we bear, they teach us why.
With every tear, a tale unfolds,
Of strength reborn and hearts turned bold.
Through laughter’s light, and whispers low,
We mend the wounds the world bestows.
Each bandage wrapped with care and grace,
Transforms our scars, reveals our face.
So cast aside the weight of rue,
For every hurt has crafted you.
Embrace the past, let shadows fade,
In every cut, our spirit's made.