top of page

Journey of Love

A young boy climbed to the heights of a tree

He opened his arms like a kite in the wind

Through clouds of blue he flew

A moment too soon, just to see

Then he landed with a scrape on his knee


His mother drew the curtain and gave him a kiss

The boy on his dragon then travelled in bliss

Carrying in his hands a mighty little wish

Over to his neighbour, a young pretty girl

Approaching her window he rang his heart’s bell


Curled in her bed, she heard his yell

On her unicorn she rode out into the yard

Her heart took her far, guided by stars

There on the lawn, they held hands till dawn

With a rose he promised to always hold on


As the years passed everything changed

Her mother died and the boy moved away

Alone she remained, feeling betrayed

She lived with her dad who had to work all day

So the journey of love was inevitably delayed


She began to give up and no longer prayed

As she grew her soul got further locked up

She stayed away from her mother’s grave

Lost in a toll of having no love

Traded in every stranger’s bed that she laid


Far away, the boy now a man

Exchanged all his toys for lust and drugs

For guns and for shots in the sand

He wore a red veil, sitting in jail

As he bled from the knife he held in his hand


One day the girl had a dream of a cross

The Virgin Mary said, all was not lost

And once again she switched on her torch

Realising her life was in despair

She asked her dad for tools to use and repair


Her father lost his lover

Though he wasn’t prepared to lose her

He took his daughter by the arm

To keep her from harm

It was time to leave the old yard


Together they went, in search of the boy

Though they tried, he was nowhere to be found

So she cried, as it was all she could do

Then the teardrops stopped, she finally knew

All was not lost; her father’s love was still true


More years passed and they found him at last

Though the past had not been kind

Inside, the young boy had died

He lied to them both that he no longer cared

And turned them away with an icy cold stare


The man in the cell who bartered his soul

Feeling physically ill and mentally old

Held on his cross and prayed to get well

Whilst longing to finally be free

Became the same boy who fell from the tree


A rainy night, the young woman’s doorbell rang

She opened it and in came the shining sun

There the young boy stood, now a man

Her eyes couldn’t believe what they saw

She fell to her knees and cried to the Lord


A voice from upstairs asked who was there

The boy realised he was too late

Another man now held the rose

A life apart was the fate he had chose

A close had now come to their days


With sailing of moons and whispers of skies

The young lady no longer could lie

She felt a love never to die

So she got on her unicorn once again to ride

And rode into the lost long sleepless night


She arrived at the mountain on which he stood

Tearing off her lonely black robe and her hood

She rang the heart’s bell and conjured a spell

One in prayer that the Gods understood

Leaving behind evil of mind, for sake of truth


Naked on leaves they freed their souls

In the cold, they exchanged body heat

Together they grew old with no other need

And soon came a child born in the wild

Making their lives finally complete


Together they planted faith, praising creator

For He had salvaged their sole shared dream

Till one morning they were found

Laying on the ground in silence of sound

Arm in arm, where forever they’d sleep

Recent Posts

See All

Love's Reflection (Letters of Love)

It is six in the morning and there is frost on the heart’s surface. A cancerous bug is eating away what has been left, abandoned in what once burned as a fiery desert. The mirror on the wall is cracke

Parents (Letters of Reflection)

Parents, behold your kin and your kingdom of sin. Unfold within and begin to understand. See your sons and daughters for what they truly are. Ignore the culture, the colours and sounds and the languag

Void in the Storm

Truth is, at times, my heart is cold as stone I am empty like Liza’s bucket with the hole A bottomless flask of alcohol No emotions at all Acid in the rain That void in the storm Lost in the brain Far

bottom of page