I look at you and see me with in
happiness shows inthat lovely
big grin,I hear DADDY come
play watch TV, tickling  your
feet releases the laughter within.

I could not be more happy to see
you each day, the moments together
I will cheerish never will these times
fade away I will make the most of
them every and each day.

My son you may be small and look like
me, but you will grow to be your own man
one day may be even taller than me, the
proudest days for a father are still to come,
but for now your my little man come little man
lets go and use are imaginations  and have
some memorable fun.

It was so familiar to me
walking across this empty land
lonely but accustomed somehow
was it really what life had planned?

I never questioned how it was
it just 'was' you see
I tried hard and carried on
knowing I was alone, it was always just me

Time passed as it usually does
yet it seemed reluctant in some ways
and if this was how it used to be
Why does it still feel the same these days?

I have this friend
In the Queens brigade
Lives a fur piece from me
I won't say her name

Couldn't say the day
We became close friends
Though it seems we always have
And we've always been

No I don't remember when
That day that something clicked
But when it did it said good friend
And that my friend was it

Though we often talk
Our voices we've never heard
And if it was we ever did
Not sure we'd understand a single word

I've tried to keep this short
It would take to long to fill you in
On how it is I truly feel
About my English friend

The friendship that we have
It's hard to explain
Okay I'll tell...
"Louise McKay" is her name

1.Language

Dissolved in a kiss
their eyes created
a new language.

2.Symbol

there was an eloquent
black mole
under her lower lip

3.Silence

The unruly crowd
fell silent
in her profound presence

4.Delusion

Her lover, an anthropologist,
suspected her as a new species!

5.Take bath now, not for cleanliness

Her bathing him wasn't
about cleanliness;
amorous explorations aren't.

Wanton moonlight,
filtered through a fine white net
of cirrocumulous clouds,
so delighted by their caresses
splashing noiselessly
in to the blue pool,
wears an alluring tiara,
a crust created by fine foam,
does a squiggly dance
in the heart shaped pond,
where waves make beams
swing around non stop.
The silver white lilies,
one by one touched by this magic,
comes alive, open their eyes
drink from the fountain of
moonlight and join the dance.

The love pair, in their nocturnal
love games are lubricious to the core
having lost their hearts to both
the ethereal beauty and the arrows of cupid

He travels great distance against all odds,
reaches the border, but turns back helpless
she just stands there, impatiently smiling
with extended hands, but making no move
to cross the emotional wall, they built themselves.

Nobody takes a photo
Of something they want to forget.