Friday, June 30, 2006

Remember the words,
Blown through the afernoon gust,
that blew the strewn leaves?
At the call for prayer,
He had read an ode to God

Friday, June 23, 2006

Stolen glances on the dance floor,
Half-a-smile through flickering lights,
Melting eyes sing a song,
Moist hands lead the way,
Down the garden path

Monday, June 19, 2006

Silences make such vivid memories,
Their colours so intact,
Their smells so near and fresh,
Their words so loud and clear,
Their tears so wet with prayers

Friday, June 16, 2006

Vision darting through dark alleys,
Head spinning; world, a whirling gust on an an empty landscape,
Of memories gnawing at the lyrics of a song,
Threshing it; clothes for a walk in the park
She sat there stoic,
Eyes lowered, lips quivering,
Hands clasped in a shivering grip,
Listening to the silence in the room,
As he stood soaking the stillness,
For one last time
Soaked in listlessness, huddled in dark spaces,
She lifted a strand of hair off her face,
Eyes half-shut,
They dreamt a dream unseen, unforgiving