Saturday, February 5, 2011

not far behind

languid thought
lurks in the caverns of her mind.
teasing, teasing
a weary soul.
silence cuts swathes into memories,
ruminations fly off in  flakes
leaving behind,
a lonely thought...(that)
 languid, silent
lurks in the corners of her mind
death is not far behind

Friday, February 4, 2011


The day sinks.
And i weave for you
a tapestry of dreams,
out of silken moonbeams.
          and send it
across spaces
across darkness
to distant lands
where charming hopes fragrance the night

For You.