I dance to the windswept scent of the flower bed that’s blooming and walk to the sundrenched colour of the bottle-brush in Spring. I run to the overarching weakness of the sunshine fading and lie next to the smell of baby milk that is the stunning bosom, bearing. I sleep to the suppressed reality of … Continue reading Seven seas
Can I create more than myself And if I can, must I? Is livelihood (like solitude) About to pass me by? At times we associate With a view - a sight to see A sense of fatal curfew – Of our own mortality Can I build a house to share – Must I share it … Continue reading More than myself
Absence of a tryst to love Does not abandon thee From amorous encounters In a world of make-believe Absence of a single thought Wants not a lesser being Yet, in time one cannot become What one cannot see For sight to some means knowledge Powered by the mind If one be blind, does it decry … Continue reading But a second
The evening storm The morning sun The shining Summer – burning Fire red As ice is blue The cold wind isn’t learning That flowers bloom From buds of Spring Like Autumn leaves of colour With startling sense – Emulsified – Like blending full cream milk With melting butter. What dreams may come What loss I … Continue reading Milk and butter
Love more than life Tears over rain Laughter stronger than stress - the weaker strain Smile brighter Than eye’s refrain Arms outstretched To face the sun Heart so sore – Creates a shroud What can I do – Who can I hold – Where can I stand To void the cloud When I see the … Continue reading Love more than life
