Waiting

I wait with silent wonder
To see your face
To hear your voice
Maybe feel your touch
Only one sleep
Before we meet

Alone I will not be
But with loved ones
To lend a hand
Give a shoulder
Wipe a tear

It is the festive season
But festive will we be
For past memories
Are cruel for you
And crushing for me

All dreams of circumstance
Shattered
Was not of lovers torn
But from a brutal hunter's path
Not from love
That I was born
Only hate and pain
Of a strangers scorn

Crowds will pass oblivious
my child will look unaware
smile or simply stare
One day
I will tell her of our meeting
and maybe more


December 1990

What now....??

Well here I am, day 2 and I have a whole blog to do something with....

Here I am!!

Welcome to my first post. How exciting, well for me at least. I have never made a blog site so this is all very new. I am still not sure who will read this, if anyone at all: but if you are, I am happy to have you on board WriteOn!

Typically it is late, and I have spent considerable time establishing my tiny portion in cyberspace.

Quote for the day : "To know how to begin....is a great art." Flaubert

I look forward to your posts...

A