A beckoning dark October sky,
That bares a crescent moon to shine,
Amongst a star lit evening sky,
A clarity so clear so calm
Sets a scene from tree tops high.
Enchanted by angelic skys,
A canopy of thorny crowns
Gently sway as if to woe,
October moon away from view.

Silent echo sings on high,
Then hushed away with sweeping sigh.
Whilst owls patrol in silent stance,
Amongst the shafts of pale moon light.
Descending leaves in swirling flight
Glide upon the sodden ground.

Where children play in gleeful chase,
With reddened cheeks and cold numb hands
Which clasp another child in hand,
To seize enchanted wind swept leaves,
A kaleidoscope of reds and greens
Swirl in circles near their feet,
Between the roots of woodland trees.

Where mice await a moments chance,
To move between soft shades of night,
Shrewdly moving out of sight,
Away from eyes that might shout out.
So unaware the children play,
No thought of life beneath their feet,
That dwell in stumps and burrows deep.

© Nikki Sheppeck 2003

He stands in the pouring rain,
Ignored again and again,
Biting wind chills his bones,
People rush to their warm homes.

Drink in the morning,
drink at night.
Drink in the dark,
drink in the light.
Drink from the bottle,
drink from the can.
Drink like a fish,
as only you can.

Drink at work,
drink at school.
Drink in the pub,
drink like a fool.
Drink while you're dancing,
drink when you're stoned.
Drink at your wedding,
drink 'cos your boyfriend
never phoned.

It's a mystery to me that when
The heart cries out Oh not again,
And you find yourself back in that place
Where you were once in pains embrace,
But from that spot you ventured forth

Many a night a knight will rescue you
But that’s not me my love
I am his proud white stead below
Speed you from the darkness with
Love written across my flank
And every mile I run