voilets in a misty haze
take away the light from days
and steal the sun till evening light
where larks and shine are out of sight
and in the darkened misty daze
sleep walks and talks in many ways
till lark of light and lark of love
sing so like; a piece of dove.

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes

Everything just looks as if it's falling into place.
I should be happy.
But I don't know why i'm not.

Everyone else has plans.
I don't want their plans - I want my own.

But they don't seem to be real just yet...

you make me smile

I sit and wait for your return
so eager, with much more to learn
of lust and love and of the world
like a petal newly unfurled
into the morning light of day
where I find you still, as we lay
together silent, hand in hand
a simple kiss, I understand
to show my love, no words i need
instead a smile I concede.

&

the
love
kick
starts
again.

Mr Darcy;

you are to blame for my high expectations of men.

if only life were a book.

you've got me sewn;

six little stitches hold my heart together
each one perfectly
criss crosses over and under;
entwined, but never joined
until you unpick them one by one
and sew your heart to mine
and our destinies are joined.

oh hi there

i am invisible
standing at a crossroads
waiting for something to happen.