Perhaps. (The Lady of Shalott)

And there she sits with impish grin

Behind the wall she hides within

Peeping out to see who’s there

Then hiding from their words and stares

She reaches out from gentle soul

To search for love to make her whole

To wash away her bitter pain

To bring her heart to life again

But tender maid still bleeding through

How deep the wounds inside of you?

Can they be cured by tender kiss?

Can Cupids blade bring you to bliss?

Or will your search by fears be torn

Before your heart again is born

To leave you deep behind your walls

Where hopes do die and dreams do fall

Will love persist to bless your faith?

And drag your heart from bitter wraith

What strength have you with all that’s gone

To hold your hand to anyone

To move from deep behind your fears

To cast aside the years of tears

Dare you smile and take that chance

To set our souls, now free to dance

To see, to feel, to wonder why

What dreams could lay t’ween you and I?



It took a long time to reach nowhere
I think I missed the turn again
I started out in sunshine
And ended here in pain
It’s not far as the crow flies
But it’s a lifetime on the path
I cried some tears and lost some souls
It was hard some days to laugh
So I ended up in nowhere
Where a sign points out of town
It says that happiness is somewhere
But the sign is pointing down.

Valentine (II)

Why does it take a red rose

Or once a year words in a card

It could be you are with the wrong person

If loving is really that hard

And what of the non-receivers

Who see not flowers nor verse

How hard is that day to be worth less

To be lost, unwanted or cursed

Perhaps it’s a day for reflection

So put a rose in the smile on your face

And give that flower to all you pass

In a Valentine’s Day ’embrace’


And slow she turned and slowly still

My eyes were drawn against their will

To rest upon her perfect face

As lit her smile reflecting grace

The falling hair in tumbling wave

Such beauty tis’ that God has gave

My heart, my heart it cries despair

In pieces till that she is there

And only then may I be whole

When she is resting in my soul.

The palm.

If the palm could tell all it had seen

From so far up in mantle green

Of all those souls who’d passed it by

Without a glance towards the sky

History comes and history goes

And still the people pass in throes

No time to pause beneath it’s leaves

No time to think or to believe

But whilst the lives of crowds will pass

Forever will the palm tree last

So pause a while before you go

Touch it’s trunk and say hello.