Sun of a new Summer Melting the clock in my mind’s eye

The melancholy afternoon is unravelling, Unwinding slowly,

Read me, she said, as you would this book My skin is smooth and soft as this velvet cover,

When the house is filled with silence And the air is the colour of evening

There are words hanging in the air around us How do I say it?

Elegance and grace were once her lofty aims Wrangling plump curves into obeyance, striving

If I were a winged creature Tiny, streaked with colour

He is there in shadows, in the stars and the sunlight

I need a cat, a shape shifter Sleek in the night, stalking my toes

The rain has washed the world clean Rinsed each eye of its jaded smog

I would always be by your side, This is all l desire.

She is in the wind, it speaks of her vulnerability Like a rosebud just beginning to open

Morning comes and finds me hiding Mercilessly optimistic fingers of light

She hides in the shadows Smiling, watching...

I don’t need clever words Just tell me you love me

I forgive the thorn in my finger for the drop of dark red blood Lest I deny the soft petal rose

The last month of winter Cold beginning to thaw

You come to me in velvet memories Draped in crimson watercolour music

I’m doing ok, I truly am. I get through the day. And somehow I get things done on time, efficiently

There is something in the air today Something fragile and undecided