Dashed upon the rocks of hope
and stranded by the waves
clinging desperately as the wind howls down
calling out my name

Oh how I need you now
in this timely hour
as the sun doth settles down
light begins to fade

The cold it creeps in slowly
loneliness indeed invades
insidiously replacing love
leaving hatred in its wake

I shall not become its victim
no. not again this time
crawling at a snails pace
it will not see me trying

At last I rise and strike a blow
for no longer am I blind
blind to the madness
which fights to poison the mind

Arisen I shall never bow
or break with the wind
arisen I shall take my place
at the helm again

Wandering moments
bodies and eyes
warm stolen glances
promised delight

just out of focus
a face in the crowd
emotional welling
unleashing desire

the feeling is fleeting
soon it will be gone
reach out with your feelings
to where you belong

Hearing from a old friend
is always such a thrill
bringing forth the memories
of times that were so clear
to share lifes experience
with one whom lives so far
the distance doesent matter
just the closeness of the hearts
like best friends sitting on the porch
calling out the stars
yet often more like ships
passing in the fog
we carry on our lives journeys
but always checking in
to share a bit of wisdom
and a happy grin

Alone I sit once again
a prisoner of my thoughts
pressing questions left unanswered
in the setting dusk
only time will tell the tale
of pennance versus praise
standing up or laying down
the choice is ours to make

a simple gift
yet one so full
of meaning and belief
placed around my neck
with hopes and loving dreams
placed there by my loving friend
as I stared out at the sky
the light streamed in warming the room
as inwardly I cried

I cried for the moment
but you would never see
the love that I held for you
grew ever ,ever deep
I cried for what I could not have
and what could never be
I cried for the loss
of those feelings within me

There is not a day goes by
when I reflect on that day
or when you greeted me
in your special way
I read the words you wrote to me
and smile all the same
and gently rub the ring I wear
while whispering your name

Writing as a hobby
is  always such a thrill
the emotions that are brought forth
are like cobwebs on the sill
remnants of past feelings
pour from within
take you back a bit in time
to when you felt the whim

A distant season from your life
that taught you how to be
a fragrence on the drifting wind
that set your soul  so free
I often sit and think of you
you know who you are
stories shared and moments spent
drinking tea and laughing hard

Writing as a hobby
is like climbing a steep hill
pushing ever forward
ever higher for the thrill
escaping all distraction
as you reach so deep within
pulling out your deepest past
your secrets and your sins
relenquishing your ego
to fit the story in
its in these times I think of you
and the peace which flows within

green and black
was what you wore
in the mid day sun
chatting with another
like we had once done
I wonder if you feel the same
or share so willingly
the words and emotions
that once came so freely
are there times when you look back
with fondness and regret
or are the moments that we shared
indifferent and bereft
just another port of call
shelter from the storm
a mirror to reflect upon
the way you carry on
oh I wish to see again
the smile upon your face
as you open up your door
and wrap me in  your embrace