Tales from the edge of the morning sky

Send us Fan Mail With  butterfly Wings Spring  awakens,  in butterfly wings  the slow lift  of morning, the thinning  clouds, across eastern  songs and skies, the earth exhales,  birds soar  with life,  space,  with wind  colourful cloud,  blushing  billowing,  bursting,  blossoming  dreams life  and summer- time Winter hides, waiting. Ferociously. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my a...

Send us Fan Mail Snow A hushed breath  of morning snow,  awakens the hope  for spring. For who knows  where the winds  may blow,  that tomorrow’s  dreams may bring? Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail Into the grey… Out of the night into the early, the morning, the cold,  the lifting dark, and fading dawn  and grey,  the first nod,  of daffodils,  hints at rain  and spring,  for the daughter  of summer  still sleeps  amongst the silence,  dreaming  of kisses  of sunlight,  and the opening  birth  of May. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps yo...

Send us Fan Mail Speak Speak,  and hold  your silence  to listen  in return;  Speak,  and hear  your words, in someone  else’s heart,  Speak,  and understand  the source  of your own,  Speak, what is in  your mind, Listen, closely,  to the words,  different  to your own,  Listen, to where  the words  of other’s  have come from,  Listen,  to understand,  even if  you disagree,  Write words  that yo...

Send us Fan Mail Light (Holding on to Love) It’s thin here,  the daylight  and air,  not missing you, from where  I am looking,  where you left  to go away,  ‘cause I feel you  standing beside me,  right there,  right now, like it was yesterday You see  the sun  is rising,  like a big ball  of love  across  the morning  tides  and sea,  as if the sunlight  in your hair  never went away, as if you...

Send us Fan Mail Night Dawn thins,  with invisible brushes  of light and sky,  the clouds  luminous islands  shimmer between  the shadows  of night  and morning’s  awakening eye,  and below  in the city,  street lights flicker,  cars chase  the quickening  passage  the hurrying  of time,  though silent  is the bell tower,  above the market the queues  of rooks  upon the rooftops,  black as night,...

Send us Fan Mail Twin stars The two  are above,  the night, the twilight, shadows  of the fading  past,  the afterglow  of daylight  fading fast,  for it’s  a long way  home,  upon the winding  and empty  country lane,  a long way  into the distance, ‘afore I see  you again. And as  the night  draws charcoal  and slate  across  the evening  skies,  I’ll keep journeying  homewards  until  I see aga...

Send us Fan Mail I awakened this morning,  to a light  falling of skies,  with thoughts  of life, amidst flurries  of grey and  snow,  for dawn lay  still sleeping hidden behind  the clouds  of grey  and doubt,  for Spring,  she lay sleeping,  the birds hushed,  and silent,  as only  the wind  listening,  to her breathing  soft and gentle,  only the wind can wait for Spring  and know. Feel free to...

Send us Fan Mail Daylight and Blue Daylight and blue,  morning skies  lifting the grey,  I’m thinking  of you,  I’m leaving now,  closing the dawn,  taking my eyes  to the road,  missing you more,  The morning sun’s dancing,  on the pathway ahead,  I’d thought I’d stay  for longer,  but you let me  go instead,  I can see  in the distance,  your smile  coming my way,  it’s been a long time  I’ve se...

Send us Fan Mail She knows… She knows  I left this morning,  out of the door,  along the path,  across the garden,  walking the avenue,  the moon was up,  the sky, low,  clouds chasing  the tails  of winter,  for forgotten, is the shadow of yesterday  the falling memory  of winter snow,  The house lights were blinking,  busy with awakening  kitchens, bedrooms  and bathrooms, whilst outside, I walk...

Send us Fan Mail Storm Storm winds,  seas and skies,  a single crow  barks, cries, cries, against the dawn,  wings flapping,  cawing blindly  standing alone, in the rising floods  and Easter tides. And here,  leagues and miles, from the wave  tossed turbulence  of coast and shore,  the trees  bend, twist,  and turn,  as early March  crashes in tides, invisibly upon roof, town,  wood and morn.  For...

Send us Fan Mail Before (the Flood) Before the flood,  the pouring evening,  the dancing silhouettes  of falling rain,  before the rooftops  glisten,  before the gutters  gurgle,  before the puddles  blink and simmer  with invisible needles  of a boiling,  bursting schism  of splintering sky,  take a walk  beneath the wind  beneath the beaten  smoothness  of the steel grey  of clouds,  feel the wi...

Send us Fan Mail Ruins And tonight  the stars  are deep  in the March  dark and cold,  the distant skies,  sparkling, each  in diamonds  of time,  yet still  in the heavens,  of the past  that winter continues to tightly hold. For beyond  and above, what lies below,  across the forest  the edges,  shimmering  in blues,  opalescent  and silver greys,  the abandoned  rooftops,  the crooked,  sagging...

Send us Fan Mail The Last Dark In the last dark,  of peace  and morning,  beneath an  empty black  of sky,  the moon slips  from the fading  heavens,  with dawn  so lovely  through  his weeping, tearful  and smiling  eyes. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail...

Send us Fan Mail Travelling (home) Travelling back,  to a place  I used to call home,  listening to old music,  guitar and voices,  bringing me back,  from feeling alone Outside,  the darkness  is closing,  inside,  I’m sitting on a train,  rushing,  hurrying, passing me by,  watching it all  For it seems  a while  since I’ve come  through this way,  left a few tears  since then, under  this forgo...

Send us Fan Mail Estuary (of tears and tide) End of the river,  the opening sea,  patterns of grey  and silver, clouds upon  the face  of skies,  smiling infinitely, as  light connecting  bridges, reflecting, slow ships, slip sides, of channels,  squiggles  of rivers,  and steel  straight  lines  of canals,  crooked docks,  reaching, stretching cranes  and harbours,  patches  of green,  yellow  an...

Send us Fan Mail I listened I listened to the rain, at dawn,  falling,  falling, against  the rooftop window,  a thousand needles  of light  hurtling  from the sky,  the clouds,  the pressing blackness  of a fading night,  drowning the empty dreams  of yesterday,  in puddles  of reflections,  what might  and once have been,  now upon  the thundered ground,  And so I sat  still  and listened,  agai...

Send us Fan Mail Driving home (to you) Darkness fell  it was early  tonight,  with rain  and wind  sweeping in  from the North,  driving home  in the early  twilight. And between  the blinking lights  on the road  to you, the heavy darkness,  of evening  driving out,  of the fading blue  But the traffic’s  heavy,  on the road ahead,  stacked up cars  signals changing  so quickly  from green  to st...

Send us Fan Mail Low tide Here, I can walk  across the sea,  only sand,  sky and me,  how long  until the waves  do come,  and bring me  home to thee?  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail Snow and blossom  February blusters,  her wind shifts  from West  to Northeast,  bringing snow  and frost  to freeze  January’s heart  away,  And March waits, hidden, in the sky topped  branches of trees,  watching patiently  as the wind  blows the darkness  from the last  of October’s leaves,  for now  there are  snow drops  amongst the drifts  of white,  even whilst Orion,  step...

Send us Fan Mail As if the light… As if  the light  has turned,  inside  and out,  the stars  have become birds,  in wings  upon the morning,  skies of rising  daylight blue,  and midnight  in constellations,  have become  tear drops  of frozen sunlight,  caught forevermore, in the early  morning dew. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some furt...

Send us Fan Mail High Street Shops,  like old teeth,  yellowing now,  fading smiles,  like dawn  on a winter day,  boarded up,  shutters down,  people giving’ up  just walking around,  no conversations,  nobody got the time,  leaning, against broken doors,  no reason,  just time,  A few stores  are open,  long shadows  stretching outside,  dust and memories,  what’s left  of good times,  high is t...

Send us Fan Mail S-P-R-I-N-G Suddenly,  so suddenly  that the sky appears  to blink  spring appears,  lifting  the lengthening light  across the day,  as if  summer rides  across the dusk,  as if  the sunlight hours  have always been, soft and gentle,  not a wind stirs  not a wind whispers  through  the empty trees,  all is silent,  all is hushed,  in the middle distance,  where the cool  of shado...

Send us Fan Mail Quiet (New Day) Sitting with the window open, the earth hushed, still, I can hear a scatter of birdsong in colours of sunlight, yet to be blessed by the dawn of today. The first breath of morning slips through the ripple of drawn curtains, from across the garden, beyond the stream, the orchards, the edge of forest, to the broken ridge of sky, daylight awakens in light pastel blues...

Send us Fan Mail She sleeps  She sleeps holding night  in her hands,  still, in her lap,  her breathing soft,  rocking gently, silently, upon the train,  as night passes  in glowing,  glimpses  of light,  whilst outside, the rushing shadows, race and hurry, with time herself  passing by,  but so still she listens,  and dreams,  the evening long,  the song of her journey,  longer,  resting the twil...