Monthly Archives: March 2017

I know 

You are back,

as I know when

You have gone.


I shall

miss you less

when dark of dusk

brings cold

and my heart

rests.


Our fate 

as seen

in the eyes

of a painter;

no colour for Me,

No one colour 

for You.


 

Having sought shelter, now in need of a shield. 


‪She muses over desert;

sat on a rock,

in a flooded plain. 


Am I

Am I

asking you

to stay,

No.

I ask 

of you,

take me 

when

you go.


Dry is the dreaming,

from me too far you’re sleeping.

The touch too fleeting.