Ripples...

The end is just the beginning, so here's something to tide you till then.

Round and round, what goes around comes around...

Old Man winter

Winter – the old man

Alone with his memories

But never lonely

Summer tears

Windows left unlocked

An open invitation

For summer sky’s tears

Sunburns

Sunburns on the skin

Rays penetrating below

Boiling our beauty

Ripples

Placid summer pond

A swan, all alone lands on

The rippled surface

Incorporeal

My optimism

A mirage in desert sun

Incorporeal

Purple Haze

Purple haze robs us

Of the vision of the trees

The blue of the sky

Fireflies

In soft moonlit night

Fireflies light the night sky

Sparking fireworks

Paradox

Cold nights in winter

Draw me closer to you as

You’re further away

Rainbow Road

On the long way home

I saw a rainbow beneath

My feet on the street

Along the way

I travelled a long

Way to the places you

And I used to be

Time we had

The time we have is

Not gone, though the way we chose

Was the winding one

Midnight Breeze

On the long way home

I heard some ghosts laughing in

The trees’ midnight breeze

Surface Tension

Will you let me see?

Past your face to see

What is really you

Whimper

The end of the world

Cometh – not with a bang, but

Rather – a whimper

Beckon

Winter’s dying breath

Spring beckons worlds of beauty

Always transforming

Enjoy them, after all they're yours,

Lloyd Webber