Young men

The motto of the afternoon Is daylight through the wind Where others who need to absolve And build a love within Within itself – where solitude Is clearer than the day And yet – when night-time lends itself It’s more than what’s portrayed In mirror – one’s reflection sought Is hindsight in one’s soul That … Continue reading Young men

Seven seas

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