The older I get the deeper my soul The longer the days gone the simpler my goal Technicolour dreams of youth replaced by a milder array...

L. Spies July 2017

hear the sunrise, the unbound promise the soothe of hope the whispers, so divine feed your soul at the table of first light feel the...

nog voor die son die strand kom kus die oggendgrou nog omvou in mis net ek die visjagter, en 'n meeu ontsnap, ontspan, ons harte skreeu...

Why death, do you come to claim, stealing time like a wanton bane? We cry in defiance, Not ready! Not yet done! We believe we are too...