Spaces, faces and places
What a cliche it all is. That while you stood there, I stared. That when you smiled, I crushed. That when you laughed, it was like a tinkling of beautiful gems. What a cliche I am. That I could not resist. That I couldn’t not …
To all the faces I brace, Against…smile an armour, I use…like a talisman. It is easier to speak of the height of the sun, Than delve into the tin to find soft tissue. It is lighter to talk of the dust that impersonates sand, Than …
In the trees, these birds are chirping. And the sun, coming down with such splendour Streaming through these leaves Soft rays piercing through the spaces in between Soft puffy clouds, floating – in the sky, dreamy high Tiny rainbows of colour strapped on them Infinite …
Ummm… I didn’t think I’d speak today, but all I feel woul’d drown me if I didn’t share it. Being here – with you so lovely, the sunset… it all seems like Déjà vu. Like I’ve been here before, like I’ve dreamt and lived it, …
Rain, rhymes with pain That she can’t seem to feign In loss they gain Freedom, some disdain Light steps, skip paddles Were those yesterday’s cuddles? Whispering on the wind like bubbles? Now you see it, now you don’t, lost marbles? Drifting… on the breeze A …
No more fights out of this soul Tell me those beautiful words I will listen and believe Look into my eyes that way you do I will look right back into yours Smile into my face And I will smile back with glee I will …
