JOURNEY
written Dec. '98 ~ Jan. '99 Join me for a drink, at the lonely poets cafe.
Share a thought, but make it deep, and we'll liberate the day.
Free yourself, as poets do, of burdens, fears, desires.
Join us as we gather round, our lost romantic fires.
Don't be shy, you have the gift, don't keep it to yourself.
Pen a verse and read it out,... for such is a poets true wealth...
O.k., I will enlighten you, With words of wit and glory
Sit down, relax and stay awhile, And listen to my story.
My words may not be fancy, Or chosen with much thought
But once revealed their point is clear, I'm sure they say a lot.
Tell me, friend, what do you say, To someone who's just learning?
Won't you help my poor, lost soul, Find the comfort it's been yearning.
What I say is what I must, How could I turn away
Your words so light, your thoughts so deep, My own needs bid me stay.
So let us now embark upon, A journey of discovery
Our thoughts a breeze, our words a sail, Our inhibitions all set free.
Be still and turn this way a time, Do you feel the wind upon your side?
Pack now your treasured memories, Our ship leaves on the morning tide.

This one was written by Andy in February 1994

THE SOUND OF SILENCE
At night my heart beats silent
afraid to disturb what is not there.
Thoughts of the day cloud over,grow distant
...the sound of silence is everywhere

So with myself I share a thought,
a game I sometimes play
A moment in time that I have caught
but even the moments cannot stay
...and the stairs lead downwards

Even memories seem without the rosy glow
they once possessed.
Not allways exact
often unkind
often unconcerned
No, perhaps that is untrue
More likely afraid to face the fact,
I am here with myself,
Instead of you

and you are a reality,
so far removed
That you do not even have a form
Yet the hope you exist is allways there
like the uncertain calm before the storm........

This next one has to be my favourite! (there go the knees again!!)

THE KISS OF MY LOVE
evening air is still at my feet,
nothing stirs without...
yet within me comes a gentle breeze
before a gentle shout...
time moves on...

I wonder of your heart tonight
this new sun in my life that
without a form physical, has
captured my love...a weary thing.
such a sweet surrender as no dream foreseen

from abstract to impression, or
impression into us...a word to
still my own heart,
sleep will not be mine nor true
rest till I know your touch, not
fantasy but goal.

thoughts of fancy, gentle desires,
nay...tis the voice of reality's fires
that cause myself to speak your name
I long to hear your song again in ways
I know are for us...
For who could see the tear in your heart,
each night as we must part but I, yet only
because I also cry,at need I must to
keep this mortal form from breaking,
to ease the weight of this heart aching
oh so sweetly,
for the kiss of my love...

Watch for more to come soon as this page is under
construction and only just beginning!