Yes, I’m parping my own horn! I’ve completed the final(ish) edit of ‘Eight’ (even in the clouded, depressed mood I’ve been in the past week). Now all I’ve got to do, is design a new cover, because my son thinks its lame. So, I’ll be AWOL for another week as yet. And oh, I’m also learning how to do a short book trailer for YouTube. Gotta try whatever’s possible to self-market the book. 😉
I’ll leave you with a poem I wrote three years ago for a close friend of mine, I hope you enjoy it. See ya next week folks. xx
Friendship comes to those who accept it,
some may catch the briefest glimpse
but never know the true meaning.
It is neither anticipated nor deserving
or scorned upon by those who do not understand.
Instead, it is like a flower that blooms,
slowly unfolding its delicate petals
to reveal the beauty that lies within.
It is an unknown force that guides not leads
shining its light to cast out the darkness,
an essence of purity and thoughtfulness
that listens when nobody else can hear.
It is the anchor that braces you against the storm
when the waves of life come crashing down.
It is the first star on which you make the first wish
when all thoughts of hope are all but gone.
They are the arms that will carry you
if your burdens are too heavy to bear,
and it is the greatest gift of kindness
that is always given and never expected.
Such a wondrous thing to behold,
to be bestowed with warmth and compassion
that above all,
is both honest and true.
For I am one of the lucky ones
to have been offered this hand of kinship,
and I feel honoured for the fact that I know you,
my guiding light, my evening star, my friend.