Sunday, November 21, 2004

One February

such highs and lows through the day:
a day of songs
in sunshine cooked at the edges.
someone leaving and a draught of sadness.
holding yourself back.
poetry to lift the corners of your heart.
mails unsent; a book on jazz;
tears unspilt in deceitful waiting.
a discussion where you hold your own.
cryptic loving messages and a roll on the
conversations nose-high in the air
heralding love.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

As always, you have a way with words.