Spooky as the night sky.
Peering round the corner,         SPIDER ALERT!
In the room by myself I was no longer alone.
Digging up the garden  a black widow arrives,
Escaped my brother’s tarantula .
Running round the room I screamed,
Spiders are every where.

By Mia –Valentine Penfold

Have you forgotten me? Oldest and best friend,
We used to dance around the summer fields as children, chasing our cares into the wind.

The world outside ours did not bother us and gladly we left it to others, our thoughts, our very souls entwined,
Like two coals born from the same fire, parted and then returned,
as if linked and then bound to rejoin after distant travels.

The average human mind could not comprehend, but we did, for we were as one, and to cut one would pain the other as if they themselves were cut,
We thought that precious existence would last forever, and it did for us, but for a short time.

Where did it go to my eternal love? What happened to shatter that blissful, blessed existence,
It seems so far away now like a faded picture on a dusty hearth, help me understand, was it all real? or just a cruel twist of fate that appeared in a dream like a flickering lantern in the darkness.

I will not and shall not give up seeking answers, for moments as we have shared our rare in this and any universe,
For I once made a promise to a wild eyed beauty long ago, as innocent and sweet as a child which I intend to keep.

I know that we will meet again, people who have been as close as us shall always meet again,
I will find you again my love, no matter how many lives or worlds I have to travel through.

When our aching twinned souls are finally returned as one,
Then we shall play again as children in the fields and the time spent searching will be as if a blink of an eye.

Hannah my girl,
When you left the clock stopped.
You reached into my soul,
And extinguished the flame with your finger tips.

The wind ceased to blow,
The tides became idle.
Water holes tainted,
And the watching sun set never to rise again.

You would not like it here my love,
Emotions blow like barren tundra and regrets are plentiful,
as were our thoughts.

Nothing grows here nor flowers,
The trees weep constantly as do I.
The desperate ravage the earth,
But here I reside.

I will wait for you in these dark waters,
Until we hear the clock chime again, together.

A rare summers day indeed,
Per chance to rest a while upon your inviting carpet of evergreen.

To lay and ponder on the sights we've seen,
And let them drift away on the breeze, carried by birdsong.

There is no judgement here,
Nor heavy toll.
A simple place to purge the burdens of your soul.

You find yourself on an empty path of unforfillment,
Younger friends and family which you have watched grow.
Catch you up and slowly pass you by,
Each time reminding you or your own complacency and failure to progress.
You pray that something, anything will happen to crash into your mundane orbit and knock you off course,
But it never does.

There are no roses on a sailors grave,
No lillees on an ocean wave.
The only tributes are the seagulls sweeps,
And the tear drops that the lover weeps.

Family keep saying let go,
But I can't as we both love as so.
You were young as we met in the thrill,
Of the seaside beneath the cliff hill.

I remember the full moon and stars, as we cuddled and kissed by the cars.
I'm a believer of old,
And when the shooting star told,
We're together and bound by mars.