The tower

The door is always dark Or never there at all Imperceptible, It leaks through a pin prick Dense dark droplets… Read more The tower

Easy

When the heart is weighted Gravity will swing towards failure The simple truth It is not easy to accept oblivion

Arc across the room Lily white skin, beetroot red The spark echoes And then fades Leaving traces of life Where… Read more Spark

Little paths Wind up the hillside Traced in the grass by little feet Guided darkly By aromatic pathways The colour… Read more Little paths

Small face, looks up quietly Wagged by the tail As I tie you to the box And walk inside, Two… Read more Small face