Stars Apart

Sky, black deep beckoning

Brightness of stars

Shine out at me

Can you see what I see

I wonder if they are the same

Do they shine brightly?

Can you feel their wonder?

Can you name them?

If we stood gazing at the stars

Would it be peaceful

Would we be as one?

As we are apart

I see my part of the sky

And where you are

Its different

I wonder what can you see

I hope it is as beautiful as my sky


The House Opposite

The House Opposite

The House Opposite – Rye


I am opposite ‘The House Opposite’

Opposite to what? I thought.

Its dark oak panelled doors

Each one exquisitely carved

The old dark handle

And the bright new lock

Set in dark oak frames

Beaten, knocked, gouged.

What stories could you tell me?

With your lamp above the door

Who used to enter you?

And what is it your opposite to?

Are you different from across the cobbled road?

Is it modern where you are old?

So I cross the cobbles

And look to see what the house could see

And Opposite was another house

Almost identical

With the name

‘The House Opposite to Me’.

Change is acomming

Eerie silence fills the air

the day has come for change

My choice, my change

The last day day has come


My comfort blanket of a job has stopped

whipped away, my choice

This is the end of an era

Jobs last day has come


There is an ache inside for what I know

a sadness for leaving it behind

apprehension for what comes next

I know that this will pass


I cant expect different if things stay the same

There is always a choice, which I grab

Today is the end of my comfortable job

On Monday a new chapter starts.