exalting your presence I breathe into youa deep sigh escapes mea fascination an obsession is my desire for youdo I dare confess?secret sin my covetess wantloosing myself on the winds of fatewhispering an enchantment so you will feel mesacred...

It’s the little thingsThe drift of wind that lifted a sunlit strand of hairTo hang suspended on the breezeAnd my imagination was transfixedBy the first inkling Of the magic that you would weave.I remember summer daysAlways in my memories.The look...

Moving school is never easy. The laws of the playground dictate the new kid must pass a series of tests before they can be accepted, or ostracised indefinitely. The town I left was run by new age hippy types and...