there comes a time in life when sorry must be said
that word of forgiveness there inside your head
it nots hard to say its letters only few
means a lot to people when it comes from you

it shows you were wrong and apologise
a word that you can use and a word thats wise
there for you to use when your in the wrong
a word that means a lot so powerful and strong

the bar was dark cave.

Dixie sang a song
and I pretended
she was singing to me.

two amateur fights,
2 black eyes
and a broken nose.

(and i couldn't get the silly grin off my face.)

"there is something beautiful
about the fall

to the canvass," I tell her,
"the sweet dreams only of you."

Dixie shook her head,
"why do you fight
when all you do is lose?"

"if you don't fight
you've already lost."

Dixie said I was crazy
and i scared her.

"but Dixie
you are my only friend.
we'll pull the stars down from the sky,
set the wicked night on fire."

Dixie tried hard not to,
but she smiles.

and there is something graceful
about the fall, golden leaves. the brevity
and the cooling air

and the nights we had by the lake.

a silent embrace...her warmth lingers against me,
a quiet tenderness beyond touch
and all we knew was a timeless "now."

when the sun is shining it warms the heart  in you
makes you look at life from a different view
high up in the sky sending down its ray
brings a happy feeling on such a lovely day

brings a little happiness makes you want to smile
the rain has disappeared if only for while
the world it feels  much better as it come shining throuh
shining overhead shining down on you

I was once curiously asked:
"Why write poetry?
Does it pay the bills?"

I replied with a smile:
"It does far more than that -
it heals."