The Beacons Of Light He took his shirt off and sat down on her bed. This was the most unexpected visitor she had ever had. He was also the most exciting visitor too. He turned to her and smiled his trademark smile, the one she had seen on his face many times before. But not in her domain and certainly not in her bedroom. His eyes were the most chocolatey colour of brown with golden flecks circling his iris'. If fate and destiny were questionable before she now knew they did exist. She believed in the power of positive thinking and belief. He couldn't believe he was here with her, how on earth did this happen he thought. It truly was at last something that made his heart skip a beat and lifted away all confusion and complications. Suddenly he could see #life clearly and he felt a new sense of knowing. Hard to explain but a deep sense of knowing that related to the meaning of #life. This was what it was about, #life and love, and he was lucky enough to have the key to the door and had unlocked the secret code. "Where's the best place to put this?" he handed her a long golden brown parcel from his bag. Smiling he nodded in acknowledgement to her question if it was for her. He smiled again, this made the butterflies flutter in her stomach again. His mind was on one thing only and that was his love, the woman before him. He lovingly watched her open the gift, slowly and carefully as if it were the most precious gift in the world. She treated everything with the same delicate care and elegance. The light from inside the brown box illuminated her skin, it was the most brightest of gifts and yet simple in its style. "I want you to remember this moment and our love so this will hold all of it in there, it will never fade, never grow tired or old and will never lack lustre. This is my promise to you. I promise you that from today and now on this" he pointed to his heart, "is for you and only you". The gift itself had two small bottles within and in them were two beacons of light, so pure and untouched by human hands. The small fragments of light looked very similar to small diamonds yet brighter, so real that they looked almost unreal. "If you place the light on your index finger it will sit there defying gravity because where it came from gravity does not exist. She did as was explained and followed his lead as they both simultaneously inserted the light into the centre of their chests. "That's where they stay, in the heart, no one can remove them and our memories of love cannot be forgotten . Whenever you want to remember this moment all you need to do is place your left hand there and it will trigger the memory.

Billy Elvis is the man who he adores A figure of him tattooed upon his chest He picks up the old battered guitar With a shake, rattle & roll he cannot step outside his door He has to make do with a jailhouse rock inside his ten storey block A plastic bangle on his ankle, for which he had punched his uncle He smiles in the mirror, gaps appear, Teardrop tattoo on his cheek, homemade and faded, Adopting his Elvis pose he winks back at his reflection He's waiting for his happy ever after Regrets left in vain, he fights to release his pain The post traumatic GI blues shake him up once again This time he changing, taking up flower arranging a new chapter is calling This time he's clean and on the straight and narrow, says he's bored of all the hassle He keeps his mind and hands busy, this now his therapy creating works of art and developing his craft helps forget his past Foliage and petals instead of his usual hard metal, softens his heart and heals the broken parts.

Forget me not for I can see the beauty between you and me Cometh up, high above the clouds See me here, happy with a loving smile You're my connection to therapy, love can heal, all it takes is for you to trust and believe. Healing rays of light shine so bright when you smile, Enjoy your #life, be happy and remember to smile.

A feather in your pocket A feather in your cap Leave your worries behind you and place your hand upon my lap A treasure it was to be with you A true pleasure it 'twas If only I could cast my eye upon you like I did before you were gone I feel you so close but cannot see you, I take care of your memory so pure and so dear My grandma dear I love you and thank you for all those years

The Reluctant Father He left us many times before but this time he went through the night. No sign of him for fourteen days, fourteen hours and 33 minutes. Vanished without a word. My Dad the bestest person in the world. Friday comes and I can't concentrate on Scooby Doo, running back and forth to the bedroom checking my reflection. The doorbell rings loudly in the hall. Dad stands on the doorstep, he not coming in, he's with Georgie-boy in a yellow two seater. I hand him the welcome home card made at school, it tears and crumples as he squashes it into the back pocket of his faded Wranglers. Hope flies out of reach up to the chimney tops. “Where am I sitting Dad?” I say looking up at the tanned man before me. “Sit on my knee, you'll be fine, get in, hurry up”. The journey uncomfortable, twists and turns in the road, stories of the two week holiday in Spain. Smells of Garlic, new leather jackets and duty free John Player Special fill the small cramped cabin. “Are you coming home Dad?” Unheard over the laughter and plans for their night ahead.