I am a dreamer and a dream keeper. share your dreams to me and I will keep it away from the cruel hands of the world.

Stand still and breathe There is time Ignore the voices in and out The whiners and the beraters The heartless and the deaf Know that there is one who listens When you sleep When you cry

Sunset falls in the land of the dead While the endless flow of humanity walks on Creeping Crouching Never stopping in its incessant Overtaking on the road to oblivion Slow down Allow the flow

Inspiration Point:First Kiss

A poem/story about a man who gave into the wrong sort of temptation and a girl who thought she was older than she was.

The door bell rang. Ryan came inside, smiling at seeing Danielle. His life had gained colour after his marriage and the birth of his child. He was now finally home after a hard day’s work.

“You’re name is Dorothy Hill. You are 81 and you live in Sussex. You were married to James Hill and your wedding was in 1952 on the 15th of April. You have 1 son, 2 daughters and 7 grandchildren.

one three five seven these stairs take more energy than they should eight nine ten eleven my fingers play at your door of wood four three two one