Living With Eyes Closed As I sit in the coffee shop watching the world go by, I start the old pastime of people watching . The old man stopped over hunting used fag butts, the young girl arms folded with frozen eyes to keep everyone away, the man immersed in his mobile world including everyone in his pointless conversation . I see the mother rushing by , people shouting in cars and I shake my head and smiled .If only they would open their eyes they would see the autumn trees displaying their auburn feathers , the evening sending streaks of fire across a leaden sky and the wonderful diversity of us all . Seems we all live in strawberry fields .....

Behind The Eye Roses pale as seasons change, Concentric circles move away . I have lost you like the dream , When I walked towards the day. You shared your soul with me without ever lying, You blessed a part of me without ever trying . So no more tears, no more sorrow, My tears will dry but not tomorrow. Till I cross the other side, I'll just have to look behind the eye . Not forgotten xx

Am I Crying Why am I feeling low happy faces all around me Is it they can't see The dark and silence inside of me . I've been mulling on things My own soul ill save Coz all the help I get Will send me rattling Into my grave Am I crying The want in my mind Has been there for all time At the foot of this mountain Oh it's so high so hard to climb All the people I know Won't be long before they see Ill let my barriers go I know they crumble when they ask me Am I crying Why don't dreams last forever Reaching out makes them only slip away Today I found at my cost All the the things I have lost Stillness of the morning I feel the warmth of the sunlight on my face Today I'm going to stand tall rise above it all Something stirs, makes a sound And we all fall down .. Through the dark of the night And the dark of the day Gonna find myself a corner and there ill stay Is the #life I live real All these feelings inside How can I start to heal When even I don't know why Am I crying Xx

Sonnet I lay foundations for castle walls Hath I to hide and live within glass rooms , Where hushed I'd graze on taken moments past and dream of eastern rise in air balloons . Though seasons change, the flower of the sun protects my soul from all Novembers cold . And summers fayre and starry starry nights do not the candle but the mirror hold . The love of blue eternal skies I found reflected in the lightening of those eyes. So long as sailors cross the dreaming sea, Much more is this and will abide in me .