μ A simple country ballad Evokes memories and pain. The softly lilting voice Singing songs about the rain. I feel the notes, Cold tears touch my face In my heart of shards Music has no place.

Oh my darling, you left me bereft - With nothing but my all consuming love for you, And dreams of what could have been: A little girl with rust coloured hair The same shade as yours; And big brown eyes like the dark earth. She's called Alma - my soul. And even though she loves her mommy, She loves you just that little ...

Ingrained in her mind She must stay on her ride. Digs her spurs in his side Legs and leather entwined.   Head down, nostrils flaring. The bronc does his best - Audience seems impressed By her show of daring.   The horse is half wild His body jerks and twists And as the rider resists His sheer power is riled.   The danger increases As time gallops by The stakes fly sky ...

Reflections in polished leather, restless horse on a tether. The cavalry at Whitehall: frustrated, ornamental.

Once upon a time the world was filled with beautiful colours, streaming around me. Golds languishing in the light of the sun, reds burning with rage and passion, and the ever-present green, that so many take for granted – gently comforting my soul and soothing my senses in its enduring manner. When the colours left, ...

Tiger tiger burning bright, I hurt your heart and dimmed your light. Felt the pain deep in your eyes, Bleaker than the darkest skies.   King of kings, you lost your fight, Confronted with the painful sight. I saw your face, shadowed with fears, Now nothing can hold back my tears.   Broken-hearted and contrite, Yearning to make what’s wrong, right. I ache for you, deep ...

Ancient, brooding stare Dark eyes, pale face, blonde hair. A tortured soul, you’ve known not love No more believe in that above.   ‘Oh Viking Prince, so brave of heart!’ But you no longer seek that part.   Disillusioned, tired of life, Of what you’ve seen – the blood, the strife. You want it all to fade away, There’s nothing left to make you stay. 

Your coat quivers beneath my touch, Rosy gray and warm, yet cold. A soft whicker stalls my tears You know my every thought, my fears. Piercing eyes that I know so well, Smoky green tinged with burnished gold. Horse and rider, while the suns rays burn, Waiting, longingly for the day to turn; For when the moon commands the sky, On hooves he can ...

Your arms cocoon me; eyelashes flutter against my cheek. Harsh, gentle words, interspersed with whispered pleas; Soft skin tainted with salty tears. The candle flickers and dies - Dark, velvety light masks us for the last time. Your scent, draped carelessly over my body: Raw male mixed with wafting notes of Jasmine From the flower in my hair. An entanglement of bare limbs, Caressed ...

I miss your laugh – it made me feel like everything was right, I miss your blonde hairs, which we both knew were really white. I miss your strawberry roan mane that would fall into your face; I miss your voice and the sweet accent that I couldn’t place. I miss your kisses, rough stubble gently grazing my cheek; I ...