Foundations

If I believed without a doubt,
in truth I’d not believe at all
and anything that I held true
would just be what was taught to me.
I’ve only found my path to truth
by questioning what I believe.
When doubts abound and hope runs out
my quiet faith helps me stand tall.

English tearoom

A gentle breeze plays through my hair
as I sit and contemplate the view,
boats bobbing gently on the waves
beneath blue skies, whilst clouds scud by,
nudging memories that lay just out of reach.
Faces, shapes and sounds flit by
like butterflies, too agile to catch
and too fragile to hold.

I sit and gaze, teacup in hand,
breathing the delicious scent of
crumpets oozing hot butter,
relaxing in the midday sun
and chasing butterflies
through the fields of my mind.

The View from the Bridge

It's been a long time since I saw you,
too long since I touched your hand
or felt the warmth of your skin,
so the sight of you takes my breath away,
makes me stop and stare
as if a stranger,
seeing you for the first time.

I knew, of course, that you would return,
had counted the days,
marked them off in my mind,
but still the sight of you unsettles me,
makes me wonder
whether you have changed,
whether things can ever be the same.

I've seen the view from this bridge
a thousand times,
the chestnut trees that line the field,
sunshine glinting brightly through their leaves,
but now I see it anew.
I stand, waiting for your smile,
then step forward, to be near you.

Careless Dreams

She dreamed of snow, but when it came
so did the telephone call.
The fields quilted in a delicate blanket
were just the way she'd imagined,
their soft fluffiness mocking her
as she battled through the morning traffic
to the place where her husband lay
upside down in a twisted metal cage,
no longer dreaming.