Event horizons and sticky thoughts

  Endlessly circling the point of no return Conjure up happy thoughts Sunshine and flowers But bad times stick, glue-like To the night hours Sleep time is sleepless time As dark fears call to you Staring at the black hole Gaping wide to welcome you You pass the event horizon And spiral in Forever

Autumn, in the evening

The lamps are lit Reflecting autumnal gold Up from the sheen of the wet path It’s still raining lightly And I’m glad of my umbrella As I walk under the trees It’s cold, and getting colder And it’ll be good to be home Anticipating warm soup, thick with vegetables Fresh, crusty bread And maybe sweet…

Riddle of the stars

If you go out Night after night And if you get comfortable Settle in for a long stay If you look up At a clear night sky And see the innumerable stars Cool and twinkling in pristine space And if you are very, very patient Could you, do you think Connect all the dots And…