Christmas Eve

The only lights were from candles and from the Christmas tree

A slow gentle flickering of lamp light and wandering flames

The different colours of the bulbs throwing patterns on the wall

Different colours

Crazy patterns

Each set of lights, with it’s own set of shadows

Cast upon the wall

Soft diffuse shadows

Of Faeries, of snowmen, of candles, of baubles

Lights captured on the painted faces of reindeers

On the long, bound, fronds of tinsel

A little mountain of presents lay beneath the tree

Higgledy piggledy

Bright shiny paper

Big parcels and tiny packets

Glittering and shining

Reflecting dancing lights

The little mountain had been growing for weeks

They lay ready

Aromatic candles, releasing perfumes

Mixed with her perfume

Music playing softly in the background

The words only audible if you held your breath to listen

Poetry on wheels

There for the listening

Drifting round the room

To mix with the perfume

To hang in the flickering lights

A room to calm

A room to love

She lay stretched on the settee

Her head in my lap

Her eyes closed

Her hair falling over my thigh

Her breathing soft and even

I had one hand stroking her hair

The other laid idly upon her breast

My fingers running through to her scalp

Drawing patterns on her forehead

Easing through her hair

Lifting and separating

Almost in time to the music

In keeping with the rhythm

The shine in her hair picking up the colours from the flickering lights

Painting highlights

Red then yellow

Then green

Then white

Dancing colours in soft, soft hair

As the strands fall through my fingers so they shimmer with colour

Her left hand moves from her stomach

Comes to rest upon my hand

The one on her breast

She strokes the back of my hand with her thumb

Gently

I am conscious of the fact she isn’t wearing a bra

A thin sheen of silk between my hand and her breast

The softness feels wonderful

The hard nub of her nipple apparent even to my palm

She smiles and stretches

The night outside is dark

Almost black

The first snow flake falls

Then another

Big flakes

Lighting the dark

As more and more fall

It is like moving lace

The street lights hazy

Their glow diffused by the descending flakes

Falling in slow motion

And building on the ground

I am aware she is also watching

She sits up

Turns and kisses me

Then stands and pulls me upright beside her

Tugging at my hand she guides me out of the warmth of the room

To the passage way

Without speaking she begins to put on her boots

Searches out a heavy coat and hat

I follow her lead

We leave the house

Into a winter wonderland

Our footprints, the only footprints

Virgin snow

Deep and crisp and even

She wraps her arms around my waist

I lay mine about her shoulders

Snuggled together we walk

Across lanes and fields

No talk

No need for talk

Just two people wrapped in each other

Two people wrapped in love

And snow

A white blanket beneath their feet

A lace curtain before them

Trees beginning to bend under the weight

Lines of fences in black and white

Running alongside

Funny shapes humps and bumps lost in white so white it was almost blue

Somewhere in the distance a church bell beings to chime

A beautiful rolling sound

Striking

One….two….

Three

Upwards to twelve.

We stop to kiss

Gently

Then with passion

Christmas day

And so it begins

And so it is.

A New Year’s Eve.

The door to the past, is firmly closed

Now last year’s time has gone

No more those chains to drag me down

As the Echo says, move on

With no regrets, no looking back

The key is gently turned

The sky turns bright, the clouds have gone

Those unfilled dreams lie burned

Come New Year, come ring your bells

There is Magic here at play

Another year, another life

Let fairies point the way

Live each day, as if your last

For the day, but once will come

Dream each dream, as they occur

And let your heart, free run.

Granville’s Wood.

I am a ghost in the woods where the spirits live

I saw the Faeries fall from the trees

I saw joy and I saw happiness

And love brought me down to my knees

I heard voices abound in the tree tops

Heard the tinkling music of streams

I closed my eyes in the quiet place

And my mind wove faraway dreams

I saw a deer and it’s child in the distance

And the breeze cause the flowers to sway

For a moment our future was golden

But the Demons will always hold sway

And now as I sit here in twilight

A hedgehog in grunt as my friend

My thoughts and my love, they are with you

In those woods where time will soon end.

The Book of Dreams

And all these dreams within here writ

In the words you choose to tell

Will Faeries take upon their wings

And weave them into spells

So write your words with utmost care

And let emotion feel

For magic dust your words will turn

From dreams on to be real.

This magic rhyme is very simple to use. All you need is a new little notebook. On the first page, write the above little poem. Then as you think of your hopes and dreams, no matter how big or how small, write them in the book, choosing your words carefully. Always leave the book in the same place, so that the Faeries know where to find it and leave them to do their magic. Give them time.

One more time, if only.

Please, why should I believe in Faeries

When they have stopped believing in me

And why are the trees, just made now of wood

Not spirits that they once would be

Why are dreams just wisps of smoke

When once they were strands of gold

And why oh why is love so frail

Leaving nothing left now to hold.

Give me one more dream to dream please

Give me one more hand in my hand

Give me one more love in my life please

Before I leave my dust in the sand.