Getting bored with sitting alone
After cleaning and sorting and tidying the home...

You are resting now
Although I'll miss you greatly...

This was written for my friend to his baby son;
Like the warming glow of the Autumn sun...

No fanfares, no trumpets
No choirs of angels sang...

Perfection was a myth and tale
in which we didn't trust...

Waiting; he sits alone and wonders if she'll see.
Wanting; to sit beside her, where he wants to be...

You haunt my dreams.
Your face is forever in mind...

Don't fear me
just enjoy me...

Like the gentle breeze of summer
They brush against my face...

You are beautiful beyond words
An angel born to earth...

I once had a purple flower
And I sniffed it every hour...

I seem to have lost my own mind
I wonder if you'd be so kind...