Old people were a baby
Babies will be old people
World is like a bus stop
Life is patiently waiting...

I can give you my heart , make it your home.

Its a little bit broken , a bit empty.

But maybe you'll stay ?

Do you mind if its a bit small ?

It never really had room for two.

Its rough round' the edges , do you think it will do ?

Do you think its enough ?

Maybe I can find a home in your heart too.

I appreciate your kindness
And attention
Giving me a moment or two
Of your precious time.

I will try to make this meaningful for you.
I will not say too much,
I will try to say just enough.

I used to use so many words
That none were heard.

Like olives,
Or a piece of cheese,
Like any delicacy,
Less is enough,
Washed down
By Ale that's brown,
Or wine that's fine.

Sean Hunt
Windermere July 2015

I have spent my days
gazing into the clouds
hoping they take form of your face—
And even with an imaginative mind
I still have not found what I am looking for.

I have spent my nights
gazing into a vast sea of stars
wishing upon those bright as Sirius
to guide me in your direction—
But still my will is lost among the galaxies.

I have spent my days
venturing the streets I was raised upon
and have expanded onto others—
Yet, have found my eyes are set—
meant for you,
and when all I see is the smile of all the other roses
Echoed are my thoughts,
a wayward symphony composes.

I have spent my nights
sitting at my desk under lampshade
waiting as if inspiration will course through my fingertips—
yet, I am only left to find myself
writing in the name of the love in which I have dreamt of,
but could never call my own.

When I think of life,
I don't think of my life span,
Or me on this long road on a lonely journey
I imagine life as this whole world,the people,the species
The whole space the earth occupies and beyond,
So big and so wide,the choices and options are endless,
Just like everyone else,I'm no alien here
And I have my own space.
So then I think to myself,who am I not to dream big,
I mean;look at the greatness and opportunities in this place called a planet,
Aren't they all there for everyone to dive at and pursue?
So pardon me if my expectations seem "unrealistically high",
Wouldn't want to change them anyway.
If they hurt me;it'll all turn out as artistic inspiration,
If they work out well,,.well it'll still be inspiration.