Even When Tonight Is Over

'Alone in the water, she rose and fell with every wave, counting each one in turn, becoming each one. Was this then her destiny? All was quiet, save for a lone voice from within. It was whispering to her, coaxing her, soothing her, murdering her. 'Close your eyes, go to sleep now.' With genuine love and understanding, a single tear trickled down her cheek to the slowly forming smile. Jumbled thoughts and half-lost memories suddenly became clear to her. Now she understood. Closing her eyes, she rose with the ninth wave.'  

A collection of stories meticulously composed and each with their own hidden meaning. 

But the meaning may be different to the individual reader.  

Even When Tonight Is Over

'I breathe shallow deep inside of me
I see the cracked dusty surface of your bedroom floor. The stained dry sun bleached plain that begs for more . 

We drift in and out of conscious conversation
From your window I can see the musty dusty green hills. The fake pictures that hang on the walls . The dust that trickles out into the hall
Prophetic words in your diaries all speak of isolation. Always forever
Never want to be
I breathe shallow deep inside of me
In white pregnant layers of linen clouds
We hide inside until the light trickles away
To you we may be stillborn until a new day
Brings faded glimmers of lavender truth
Always forever  Never want to be
I breathe shallow deep inside of me'

The Hair Of The Hound 

'Summer has drained 

into an emptying autumn

The smell of the mist

and the soil

The sharp bite of winter on my lip

See how natures death shroud

mourns the passing sun

It is in these days that I sit here 

and think of you

A thought sent out on the curl of the wind

A vapour

Once, when we sat here

the winter sun pierced my eyes

And your gaze

held

pierced my heart

Now

fallen thoughts trembles on a falling leaf

Slipping through the whispers

 in October light'

Hounds Of Winter

'The sweet smell of grass mingles with the scent of the rain. A dark canopy of night, embroidered with constellations, hangs over the heather. The sounds of night birds and crickets harmonize in the breeze. The cry of an occasional owl disturbs the symphony of darkness, but the music is only broken for a moment.'

A collection of short tales, which could, given time, be expanded into longer stories.

 The stories are presented as edits from the originals. Tales of love, of life, of death and sacrifice, but most of all, love.

Jig Of Life

'Grey skies like flashing steel cover the sun.

The clouds white and silver march westward while some, like wisps of smoke curl behind treetops.

A fleeting ray of sunlight warms me for a second while soft gusts of wind ruffle my hair and cool down my face.

The rain clouds are approaching me and all the grass and languid oaks shift in the quickening breeze.

When I feel the first drops of rain, I will be cleansed by these hallowed skies.'  

Soon Before The Sun

'Do not be afraid
it is only a harmless moon
all we can do is to assume
Our lives must change
a change is due
I hear you say, what are we gonna do
Grant me one wish
don’t give me one reward
don't announce
time of the final call
My dream was that you were a reptile
you flew across the sky
A slate grey cloud that filled the sky

coming through the dust
Reptile

do not be afraid, it's a harmless moon'

Ember Asleep