Wednesday, 23 April 2014


One hundred days gone, and nothing.
Another hundred down and still,
you tread the boards in my theatre of dreams,
seven shows a week.

Cold turkey isn't quitting this addiction for me.

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

The Valley

It's all downhill from here.

A controlled fall, all the way down,
Gravity's gentle pull,
Tugging me home,
The valley will catch me.

Each day a different scene at the summit,
At night it twinkles,
Fifty thousand stars pinned to the earth.
The valley, it breathes,
There is life all the way down,
It hums with it.

The river that cuts the valley in twain,
Predicts the present,
If you read it right.
Dangerous undercurrents lurk beneath.
At its end the ocean wears away what was,
With patience it's all washed clean.

Each day a different picture,
Discovery to be made.
But constant, safe and solid,
The valley will catch me,
It will catch me,
When I fall.