Alone, listening in the silence of the night with my Crystal Set. ~ I hear beyond the prison walls, touching the world where I belong. Yet the voices turn to noise. ~ One thing matters – the voice I cannot hear. All I want to hear is you.

Jutting house of rock. Hiding from the watching land, no one sees me here.

Damp and gloomy here, somewhere in a frozen air, snow falls thick and cold. ~ I close my eyes and find I‘m there, a billion snowflakes circling round my cabin on the mountain. ~ Inside my own snow globe, crackling fire inside, I watch the world of white.

I saw your paintings, and your flowers, and I remembered when, for just a second, I had not lost hope. When my long closed eyes felt a hint of light, when I felt at long last my dreams could take flight, no longer trapped in the past, with me shrinking behind my disguise. At times…

The cyclist splashes through puddles, fighting coastal winds, soaking, smiling.

Alone, I walked the empty halls – stopped by a view of the cold grey sea. ~ And I found friends inside, and people flowed in in swelling tides with voices as warm as summer. ~ I might know what such days can be, if I let them rise to memory.

My arm stretches up, squeezing her hand, stumbling through a forest of legs. ~ Afterwards we’ll laugh. Why are we always rushing to catch the boat? Every time, the very last time! ~ But today is different. Special. All the people, waving, smiling, sharing food, the laughter and joy, tears and singing! ~ Mum has…

Friends, we’ll change the world through peaceful, thoughtful action, working side by side.

I’m sorry that I lost my way to end up here, beneath this tree, its withered branches reaching low to touch the ground, and shelter me. ~ Bracken wavers in the breeze, that blew across the bay, below; that brushed around the rocks, and vraic; that found – past land – its upward flow. ~…

Pattering droplets splashing verdant foliage, dust to clarity.