Roses For You

Green as grass, slow silhouettes fade gently away

Leaving behind shadows of moss and wood, deep blue

And the dusk fades to moonlight, turning slowly to grey

And all that's left, is just this moment with you

Trouble

They said he was sly, but not like a fox, neither was he cunning. The trouble was his kindness. He had that voice, soft as cashmere, and those eyes that glowed with mischief and magic, too, and a sweet, wide smile, more infectious than the flu. He was so warm, he glowed. So, you never knew what'd struck you, until he did of course, even though you'd been warned that he was trouble.

Not Today

On a sunny day,  you never think about it, the fact that you could be afflicted by a flesh eating bacteria from a dip in the pool or choke on your own tongue as you take your next sip of beer. No, it never occurs to you, on a sunny day. Sitting in the tall grass a mile away, a murder could be using the daylight to see straight into your home, where you're comfortably enjoying the summer, leaving every window and door open for him. Could you be squished to a smear of red jam on the corner by a six tonne truck? Perhaps that one you've thought about, trucks are big and scary looking. But not today, not while the sun is high and warm above you and the clouds in the sky are as few and fleeting as the worries in your mind.