Failing heart
beats slow and...
The journey continues,
although not for me...
Autumn’s palette
spreads out before me...
Amidst the horror and the noise
as bullets fly and mortars sing...
Why can’t I be a princess?
Said the youngster to his mum...
Deep in its thrall the miser sits and counts,
without a thought for all that passes by his door...
Here in the dark of evenings light
when silence fills the air...
There once was a princess with skin oh so pale,
And gleaming brown hair almost down to her tail...
There it sits beneath the tree,
golden and tempting, with...
Thirty.
Seconds stretched like years...
Try singing on a rainy day,
or watching little children play...
Once again our hearts are broken,
Once again we mourn in loss...