You turn,
Walk away.
I call,  
You twist,
And we stop
And Stare.
You smile,
Then whirl  
And are  
Gone.
I sit and I …

Eternity
Waits.
Life moves
Me,
Across passages
Of time.

A Fleeting,
Glimpse,
Corner of
My eye.
You are,
There
With that
Smile.
My breath
Stops,
My heart
Lurches…

You turn,
Again!
Walk away
Once more!
And are gone,
I sit
And
I break.

    ©  Nick Strong 2014

I am told that Bilbo, before his
Adventures began, would walk, the
Shire to seek the queen of the fungi.
To search was the compulsion.
Driven by taste, for the mysterious
Fruit of the forest floor.
When asked, he would say,
To savour the wild delight has nothing to compare,
To the humble taste of a spud, or sprout,
Just an ecstasy of unparalleled delight.
Knowing you have found the woody nutty treasure.
Of the queen of the forest floor.
Tis the biggest adventure a hobbit needs
To test his might against the mighty mushroom.

But then he had yet to meet ...
A wizard and a dwarf.

    ©  Nick Strong 2014

For these few moments,
Wrapped in glue,
I am focused on you.

For these few moments,
Wrapped in glue,
I am eclipsed by you.

For these few moments,
Wrapped in glue,
I am haunted by you.

For these few moments,
I’m totally immersed,
In the light of
You…

    ©  Nick Strong 2014