Sleep

I watch you sleeping,

The pale moonlight shines upon your face,

You sigh softly,

Held tight within Morpheus' embrace.

There's a smile upon your lips,

Soft and gentle to behold,

In a land so far away,

A place whose mysteries I cannot unfold.

You look so peaceful,

Lying there so snug and warm,

So near and yet so far away,

An angel in human form.

I watch you slumber on,

And if only you knew,

How much I wanted you to open your eyes,

Just so I could tell you how much I love you.

Never Again

The last few drops dribbled down my chin,

I could have saved them for tomorrow,

But instead I just gave in,

And added the final fuel to my sorrow.

My head swims in restless sleep,

My body aches from the cold,

Into the abyss I'm falling deep,

As the addiction takes its final hold.

I wake up shaking,

Frightened and ashamed,

In a horror of my own making,

And I say to myself, 'never again.'

Unconditional

I open the door,

She looks up at me with big brown eyes.

I reach down and stroke her head,

She wipes a wet nose on my hand.

I tickle her belly,

She asks for nothing more.

I keep her company,

She stops me from being alone.

I could never leave her,

She would never let me go.

Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas,
And all the good little children,
Were putting out their mince pies for Santa,
(Not forgetting the carrots for Donder and Blitzen.)
Every home was filled with joy,
As every child young and old,
Secretly prayed for snow to fall,
With their faces against windows 'til their noses turned cold.
The air was filled with the smell of turkeys roasting,
And the sounds of merry singing,
People brave the cold walk to church,
Whilst the bells were a-ring-ringing.
On the broken steps of a tumbled-down house,
A small girl sits all alone,
She has no dreams of dollies in pink dresses,
Just a mother with a heart turned to stone.
In the park late at night,
There's an old man with nothing to do but roam,
Long before you break that brand new truck,
Its empty box will be his home.

God's Game

What do you see when you look at me?

I am just a person like you, and have the same thoughts and feelings that you do.

Do not judge me by what you see,

I was made by Creation's King, to show you the truth behind his meaning.

That the body may not be deemed whole, but there is still nothing greater than the soul.

We are all part of the same game, 

But the paths that we follow, are not the same.

Your obstacles will differ from mine,

But you will not see me just break down and whine.

I will continue to soldier on,

Even when it appears that all my hope is gone.

I will never regret this gift that I have been given,

For I know, that my falterings will always be forgiven.

I shall follow in the ways of His son,

And play this game until it is won.

Ode To A Pebble

I hold you in my hand,

Just a tiny one in several billion,

No more dull or shinier than the rest,

Just a simple little pebble.

As I turn you over in my fingers,

I wonder how old you must be,

The places to which you've been,

And the things you must have seen.

How many miles have you traveled?

On which shores have you laid to rest?

How many others have held you in their hands,

Then tossed you back into the brine from which you came?

Shall I leave you here hidden among the rest,

Or throw you out across the waves to begin your journey once again?

I look at you, the tiny pebble in my hand,

So smooth and unassuming,

I put you in my pocket and take you home.

Southwark Gone

The grey tunnel seems cold and empty,

Pictures of times gone by now dull and lifeless,

It's all quiet down in Southwark.

No gentle strum of the guitar,

No happy sounds of the accordion,

It's all quiet down in Southwark.

Gone is the gentle clanging of coins in an open case,

And the rumble of applause,

It's all quiet down in Southwark.

No ancient melodies from the east,

Or indie classics from the west,

It's all quiet down in Southwark.

The air is no longer filled with the sound of music,

Just a bold and sober sign; 'No Busking,'

It's all quiet down in Southwark.

The sounds of the City have passed on by,

Its characters are all gone,

Now it's far too quiet down in Southwark.