Someday he will come. When the timing is right
he'll ride to my door on a horse pure and white.
Perhaps, even better, a big jaguar -
not the wild animal … I mean the car -
with roses on long stems, chocolate delights.

He’ll whisk me away to his house on the heights,
the tale of my dull, boring life to re-write,
perchance even, one day, to make me a star.
Someday he will come

Old Leather Heart..

What ails you now old leather heart,
like me can you not bear her grieving.
From one that’s always been a part,
of my joys, or sadness when leaving.

You loved her as did I my friend,
she did so brighten our dreary lives.
We must remain on task until it’s end,
a pledge, made on blood wet knives.

We’ve travelled far and seen so much,
but left a great many comrades behind.
Terrible times we’ve had lives to touch,
on a hard road not marked nor signed.

Like Indian summer,
Her smile holds the color in his fall.
She warms the days
And keeps off the frost of lonely nights.
Retarding winters rush a while longer.
Those wretched winds will with certainty come at last.
But in their coming, the memory of his
Indian summer will keep him warm.

If I am forgotten
I want you to know

as the blinding light of summer
turns to fall, a shimmer,
daffodils turn to seed,
drifting on the breeze
I am walking to forget you

another part of me
runs eternity to forgive you,
once there was within
thee a breath of life
bound in our blood
your joy was my blessing
your sadness, shared

Anzac and incense
my memories of you,
whenever terror grips me
thoughts wander to safer times
sleeping back to back with you