Reach for the Stars

To gaze at the endless stars
in their companionable Heaven,

tantalised by their light,
as they bask in the admiration
of a friendly moon,

longing for the comfort of a solitary beam
but diminished by it's brilliance,

such is the pain of loneliness.

Tortured Forest

Captive oak and elm writhe in torment.

Sadistic gale tears at boughs
flayed in vain defence.
groaning branches meet the Devil's howl
to haunt the forest night.

Leaves flee in golden waves,
where flung to sheltered earth
they huddle close in trembling drifts,
restless in the gusty threat.

Creatures hide in pitch thick dark.
shiver deep beyond the weather's lash,
silent in the Devil's roar
and cherished warm in Nature's cowl.


Then anger spent and torment's thirst now slaked,
peace returns to soothe an Autumn dawn
and there,
beneath the victim branch and leaf,
lie seeds that sleep untouched
and waiting. . .

waiting.