Monthly Archives: May 2015

Dark

When darkness

Comes to rest 
Against the dark
It is thought
That all is dark. 

Hand

You took

My hand

In such

A way,

Even if

I wanted

I could not

Let go. 


Stained

It fell thinly

It was prickly

And it was
Hardly more
Than mist
Still it left
The cloak
Salt stained
Blue. 

Find

Finding 

Your way

Into everything

And anything. 


Number 22

 

In the moment it seemed to have a meaning, now what I see is meaningless. 


His Ways

He had

A way

Of saying

What he had

To say,

Without

Saying it


In saying

What he

Had to say,

He brought

Forward

What once

Was hidden


It was

Better 

That way 

To say 

What he 

Had to say 

Without 

Saying it. 


Differences

  

There we stood with all our differences, I would say a thousand or more and yet all you said was “There is something similar, for me that is all.”