The year that was
Who was to know or say
what would come to pass
when the clock struck twelve
and we clinked glasses
365 days that came and went? … More The year that was
Who was to know or say
what would come to pass
when the clock struck twelve
and we clinked glasses
365 days that came and went? … More The year that was
You would ring me
at odd times
day or night,
any day of the week. … More Silence
Keeping the romance
alive after
twenty-plus years
doesn’t come easy
or even at all. … More Frozen
Your slight touch
sends a warm shiver up my spine;
and I gently ache all over
whenever I feel your breath on mine. … More Enamorada
it creeps on me
slowly, steadily
from my toes up
to my head… … More misericordia
Because I blinked
What I thought, what I hoped
Would last longer
Has slipped away. … More Broken Pieces
garments picked
and packed in a frenzy
while slowly striding
through strange
faces and lines… … More The Weary Traveller
i dare not look into your eyes.
i’m scared
of what i might see. … More daring not
Faded writings on the wall may be covered by colours and shapes. Faded writings on the wall aren’t often what they seem and yet are right in your face. Faded writings on the wall bear secrets and truths or at times nothing at all.