When I Write

I write when I’m on the train
When Albert Hammond sings and
When glimpses of you appear
In the ghosts of the shadows of others

Just for a moment be close to you
Pretend that I’m still holding you

And perhaps someday
When we’re done chasing our fantasies

Maybe love will bring you back to me.

Making Tiles With Scrambled Eggs

the night after our first fight you ran
away. from me and from your abandoned necklace
i saw our love fade away into the break of day,
mirroring the shattered fragments of my

life (and heart) as i knew it. you’re no good. for me.
is all that is left of our love – an echo. or maybe

not so much an echo: at least an echo is a reciprocation;
my calls for your love bears no return.

Not Dreaming Anymore

Sometimes fantasy conflates
With reality
Through dreams

You have her in your arms
Then you open your eyes
And she’s gone

She was there waiting
For you to come with the car
But when you’re there she’s not anymore

When you next see her
She’s in someone else’s arms
Waiting for someone else’s car

All that’s left to twirl
Is your notion of reality
And not her tender curls

All because you are
Not dreaming anymore.


Thanks, Neil

I was planning to write a poem
About a dream I had last night
But then I recalled I knew
This song sung by Neil
Which perfectly encapsulates it all.

I Must Be Dreaming

All my life
I’ve been in love with you
Now you are here
I can’t believe it’s true
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me

In my dreams
I’ve kissed your lips of wine
Now all at once
I find you’re really mine
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me

The way that I feel
Is so heavenly
Too good to be real
When you’re next to me
I’m so afraid
That I’m fast asleep so don’t wake me up
Let me dream if I’m dreaming

Oh, my love
Each time I hold your hand
Everything is just the way I planned
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me

I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me

Awareness of Disabilities

For those born with physical or mental disabilities, it is tough.

The child with the mental disability may never understand why other people are different from him, or why they sometimes do not include him in activities that they partake in; the child with the physical disability may never understand why he does not have what others have, or why he cannot participate in activities that others can.

The father of a son with Down Syndrome holds his son’s hand and takes him for an evening stroll; he tries to explain to his boy the importance of exercise and how much he loves him. He holds on to the boy’s hand and knows that he would swap nothing in the world for this evening stroll that they are taking together.

At night the same father lies in bed thinking that perhaps his boy may never lead a life like others around him. Smiley as the boy may be, the father wonders if it would have been better if he had never been born into this world, and he wonders too if his love would ever be enough to fill the boy’s world with happiness and comfort.

The boy continues to smile at his father during the evening stroll, and at that moment… the father bends down holding his boy and breaks down into tears.