Heart beating at his chest
Love throbbing in his eyes
The hemline of her dress
Shimmering against the sky

And a reason to believe
The reasons to stay true
Are there for all to see
In her deep and rosy hue.


Get On Up (and Get Out)

January 18, 2010

The hours of the morning
Seem not to exist
As I try so hard
to wake from my rest.
But I have to get up
And reach for each day
Cos time on this earth
Slips so quickly away.