Untitled series
Untitled I
A touch
to come to the
horizon of senses
prolonging
indefinite sums
of blues and greens
swept back
wind music
chimes
colouring the air
the sound of sleep
watching hours
cut through nights
carving them
into morning
Untitled II
I go to embrace the window
And embrace the night
With the only tenderness
In my stock of poet’s emotions
And I reach for you
And find that I no longer
Need your warmth
Only the cool solace of my script.
Untitled III
No time can pass
waves pause
upon the even sand
Light is random
and gravity loses interest
in her toys
worlds collide
without touching
And the sound of your name silences the night.
All will wait
Until I find you.