I sit alone in a silent cloud,
My words to weave when allowed,
Reflecting on the life that I have spent
And in all the ways to me it has meant.
I have passed by chances, leaving them behind,
Only to discover others of a different kind.
Most have been helpful, some not so,
But through them all I had to go.
Now I come upon a time
When solitude is a friend of mine.
I seek that cloud with a welcoming embrace.
I can hide and find happiness within that space.
How long is a span of time? How many clouds have a silver line?
How many doors must one pass through, before life has done its best for you?
The Desolate Garden
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About Daniel Kemp
Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do?
Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children.
He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
