Dusty are your ballet slippers
scuffed floors replace varnish sheen
we have danced the passing tango
haunting embraces quite the scene. Continue reading
Hills call us along to somewhere,
along the fragrant pebbled shores,
to find a phrase for spending time,
and a dance through pretending doors.
Taking up where
call if you dare,
with a scent of mentality.
in loving calculation,
sad, to learn a sign
of gone moments well spent. Continue reading
Nuance of the vagaries,
promenades the vagrant dance,
beyond love there is seldom urgency,
searching for you, in uncertain glance.
Lights went down in the playhouse,
we sat silent on the edge of stages,
we searched along cello’s lonely trail,
our youth spent to endless ages. Continue reading
You don’t paint your canvas,
around their corners,
fabric stains unadorned,
cut the periphery of your wailing paint.
You’re so saint,
we drink our wine,
and consider the colours, textures,
and brush you choose. Continue reading