White horses.

A haiku tribute to our ocean friends.

Forgiven.

Being lost in the sea of hate…

Looking deeply into what is right there around you and how it pulls the depths of
love to a new level.

Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts come from.

A four part Haiku.

Wrote this as song lyrics, back in the 80’s. Pick up your guitar and put a tune to it.

An extract from my continuing story Wanderer, it introduces the town of Goldhall, however the description of Goldhall is actually set at a time much later to when the rest of the tale is going to be set. this is so the reader can tell the difference. Enjoy:P.

Fading away.