A Serenade

'ON THE WINGS OF A SONG' From Visual Counterpoint

Heard by poets and lovers,
Our companion sings a long farewell,
The oceans reach out to the music,
Tears of sorrow crest the swell.

Holding a timeless secret,
Far from the footprints left in dust,
Her light separates need from greed,
And serenades love not lust.

Her song will slowly fade away,
Like a shadow slips into the night,
But for now it flies with the eagle,
And dares us to do what is right.


The picture is two photographs merged in photoshop layers.
I believe the 'eagle' is a Peregrine falcon that I managed to photograph flying over Pale Heights.

Pale Heights

'HIGH AND MIGHTY'From Visual Counterpoint

Pale heights stand proud,
Over the Cheshire plain,
And tall trees are slain
At its feet from a silent crowd,
The wind through the masts,
Dimly echoes the cries,
From the hunter of the skies,
And the wild call lasts.

'CALL OF THE WILD'From Visual Counterpoint

Pale heights is the highest point in Cheshire, England and at its' feet Delamere forest lies.
The second photograph is two merged in photoshop layers, both were taken on the heights.

The Daydream Maker

'FOLLOW ME' From Visual Counterpoint

The daydream maker is busy all night,
Making up everything perfectly right,
A silken canopy grows from old rags,
Stardust is placed in seven sand bags.
The daydream maker works through the night,
Dawn is booked for the maiden flight.

The daydream maker toils in the dark,
Making up everything to hit the mark,
A feather-light basket is woven from clouds,
Thought simply concealed in their soft shrouds,
The daydream maker labours with love,
A free hand covered by a velvet glove.

Scarcely before the day is begun,
The dream maker falls asleep in the sun,
Imagination now free runs wild,
And powered by the breath from a child
The daydream maker’s gift slowly rises,
Dressed in a myriad of disguises.

The Journey

'Haven' From Visual Counterpoint

Home is the journey from cradle to grave,
Some mark their way with courageous deeds,
Others scatter words like fertile seeds,
Very few find the peace all men crave.

Row your boat gently down the stream,
Neither too fast nor too slow,
Singing softly as you go,
Time is carrying your life’s dream.

We are travellers on the seas of change,
Where no return ticket is for sale,
We only have ourselves to fail,
Here, home on the range.

Life is Light

'As if Immortal' From Visual Counterpoint

Death strikes every day yet
I live as if I were immortal,
Time cannot hold imagination,
It only provides the portal.

Pure magic is not magic,
No conjurer creates reality’s tricks,
Born here and there together yet apart,
Each seeks what the other picks.

Time denies me the future,
And robs me of the past,
The present it gives is constant change,
Wherein life’s light is cast.

In a universe bounded by time,
When imagination is stirred,
Through an infinite variety of relations,
A far richer harmony is heard,

'Life is Light' From Visual Counterpoint

The inspiration for the song is Lee Smolin’s book The Life of the Cosmos.
The inspiration for the photographs is Delamere Forest, Cheshire, England.

Universe of Light and Life

'Sunbeams' From Visual Counterpoint

A cosmos of stars,
Holds the truth of time and space,
Within boundless grace.

Silent sunbeams slip,
To the waiting earth below,
Dancing as they go.

Light my way ahead,
So I do not trip or fall,
But grow to walk tall.

Dawn of Thought

'Imagination' From

I am wild,
I am free,
I am a child,
Let me be.

I can run,
I can fly,
I’m the son-of-a-gun,
Don’t let me die.

I’m today’s dream,
For tomorrow’s sky,
Rising like cream,
As I pass by.

At each sunrise,
I am the key
In disguise,
Imagine, me.


It has been some considerable time since I posted any photographs here or on my website.
I hope to be more active in both fields.