The boy waits under a star, watching it in awe
To him it’s not far.
He can feel her warmth on his skin
Because of her he’ll always find north.
His guardian The Fishermen calls out to him;
He says “It’s past your bedtime little champion.”
The boy never sleeps with ease he’ll take any measure 
Just to stay awake awhile longer.
But the boy can barely keep his eyes open. 
So The Fishermen carefully lays him in his hammock.
But the boy is as restless as an ocean wave. 
“I wanna stay awake!” He pleads.
“Why not stay awake in your dreams?” replies The Fishermen.
The boy tells him he can’t,
Streams of darkness are the only surprise
When he closes his eyes. 
The Fishermen old and wise
Takes pity on the boy,
For he can never see the wonders
Which flowers from deep within his mind.
If the boy cannot dream in his sleep 
Then The Fishermen shall tell him a tale;
So that he may while awake. 
The tale of a knight The Hero 
Who did not fight for a king ,
But for the sake of others.
He was clad in colours of red and gold,
Biting evil’s hand in every corner of the land. 
It captured the boy’s imagination,
Becoming his desired vocation.
The Fishermen wished him well,
And watched him drift into an empty shell.
But The Fishermen could tell, 
That the boy’s dream was merely lost,
And would only need to be found.



This like most stories is about a boy and a girl,
Its about quite a few in fact.
Our story begins in paradise
But it’s abstract affair
Is akin to a nightmare.
Rainfall is all that greets the island
With two peaks.
Fish by the boat load is all those who visit crave above all.
Where its sand was once white and all effulgent
 Its now a sorry sight with violent waves abundant.
It is here and now where a young boy finds solace in the forest,
Kept at bay from joy by his peers that torment in chorus.
An extrovert forced into the role of an introvert,
The boy’s nature is to venture.
Turning the palm tress in to climbing frames,
And making the animals take part in his fun and games.
What was once a quite existence,
Must one day become a pursuit for the truth
 spanning across an unordinary distance  
The only fuel; persistence. 


Light bends, blinds and surrounds
She washes her glow over every kingdom
Her reach knows no bounds
She breaks through every window, 
Cracks through every wall 
And slips through every door.
She wakes you from your pillow,
Moulding your eyes as she sends away the squall
Her devotion is more than you can ever ask for.
She wants nothing more than to glisten on a stream 
To be that sparkle in the corner of your eye
The final glimmer before you dream.
But for all she gives, it’s never her own story
You never ask about the girl in white
With hair so bright it blazes with glory.
Hymns of ancient tragedy 
Could never compare to her agony.  
She stands in the middle of your space
Witnessing your coming and going
Weaving like the winds through your mornings, days and nights
She knows every face; she’s been to every place. 
It’s a journey she can never share
For the pain of her plight is too much to bear.
But she’s now become numb to the sorrow,
Waiting for the fire that will bring her
Her own tomorrow.