Sunday, 23 June 2013

For Once

For once, some respite.
For once, a little quiet.
For once, a flight.
For once, a people diet.

For once, someone mine.
For once, only mine.
I want to be alone,
if only you could tell me with whom?

Saturday, 1 June 2013

Far Far Away

Fantasies and wishes
Of a place high amongst the hills
Down rolling meadows and fields
Filled with grass oaks and mills

I dream always of distants
With seas of clear horizons
Or plains of soft white snow
Willing myself to go wherever the wind blows

To be brought elsewhere
Ill savour any escape
Free me from familiar,
Let me travel far far away.