You made me cry,
You made me smile.
You made me happy,
- for a little while.

But now you're gone
And now you're not there.
But now you're gone,
- but I still care.

Looking back at what we had,
Holding onto time.
Looking back at what we had,
- then you were mine.

I'd like to paint the sound of thunder
Or paint the speed of light.
I'd like to paint the warmth of sunshine
Or paint the cold of night.



Steve Collins.
26/8/10

If I travelled, across the landscape of my mind,
And, I chose to take you with me – guess what you might find?

I’d talk you into many things,
I’d make you see the sea.

We would buy some wood
Pay by cheque, which you would check
And build an arc upon an ark.
And you’d, set sail with me!

Whether we had the weather or not
We’d sail a week, and you’d feel so weak
You’ll beg me for dry land!

And so, we’d end the feat on our two feet
And, tow; toe-to toe.
Until ashore, we land.

We’d shout aloud, if that’s allowed?
To see if we’re alone?
We’d find we are and start to panic
But get woken by the phone.



Steve Collins.
24/8/10

Sometimes they crawl out – without permission,
Others rush out – in admission.
Some stay behind – frightened to come out,
Others make a hell of a noise – as they scream and shout.

Sometimes I pull them back in
Not willing to let go,
Others reluctantly – are beginning to show.
Sometimes I ignore them – pretending unheard,
Sometimes I fake silence – absurd.

Sometimes I keep them – locked in,
Not wanting to feed them – afraid of what’s in.
Now, I like who I am – I trust them much more,
I trust those around me – some I adore.

Now I let them out – more and more,
Not afraid of them – something life has taught.
Now I can show you – and let you hear



My thoughts.

As I lie in my bed I think
My eyes get watery and I feel cold.
Slowly my eyes close and I fall asleep;
I’m asleep, but still awake.
My mind is still thinking
And the thoughts are still there.

The emptiness of my mind gets darker
And a picture appears.
The thoughts have come to sight
And have come alive.
But, only I can see the thoughts.
They are vivid
And I cry in my sleep.
But, then........ a flash of light.
The curtains have opened
And the tears are trickling
Down my face.
But I can’t remember.

But, my mind has kept them safe.