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
reminding
death is not far behind

dreams

The day sinks.
And i weave for you

a tapestry of dreams,
out of silken moonbeams.
          and send it
                      flying...
across spaces

across darkness
to distant lands
where charming hopes fragrance the night
For You.