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


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,


I ask 

of you,

take me 


you go.

Dry is the dreaming,

from me too far you’re sleeping.

The touch too fleeting.