End of the Tunnel?

I sit surrounded by darkness

Everywhere I look.

I try to see the way out

I try to see the light.

The end of the tunnel is there.

I know, I just can’t see.

Wait………

Yes, I see a glimpse

It’s getting nearer and nearer

I seem to be approaching

Not by my own strength

As if…. I’m being carried.

I look down and see

Friends, family, those I love

And those who care

Carrying me, taking the weight

All the time I thought I was alone

I only I’d looked earlier

I’d have seen the light at the end

And those willing to help.

16^th May 1996, North Acton, London, England.

Top of the World

Sitting on top of the world

Or so it feels

Looking down on valleys and trees

And houses e’er so small

People like ants

Milling around.

The only noise a rustling breeze

Or distant drone of aeroplanes.

I feel how God must feel

Looking down on His world

Thinking what beauty surrounds

Until a derelict mill

And a man-made quarry

Juts into sight:

The proverbial “blot on the landscape!”

I could sit here all day

Away from the city and smog

Until in the distance

I spy the expanse

Of Manchester smoking away.

Oh well! I can only dream

About sitting on top of the world!!

  

5^th May 1996, Macclesfield, England.

Summer Nights

Quiet!

Silence!

Long summer nights

Clear blue skies

Stars twinkling.

No cars

No pollution

No bustle

Just birds singing

And hearts beating.

Peace!

4^th May 1996, Sutton, Macclesfield, England.

The Telephone

Dialing the number I know so well

Hearing the voice I love to hear.

What more could I ask?

Our love declared through cables

Holding an impersonal machine

I hate the bloody telephone!

I want to see her face,

Hold her hands

Feel her lips.

How can I express how I really feel

To an inanimate object?

Is it all we've got to bridge the miles?

We've got our love

We've got our prayers to cover us

But, I still need to tell her:

“I love you”.

So like it or not

I need that bloody telephone!

1^st May 1996, Uxbridge, England.