Wednesday, August 16, 2006

....cross-stitched on the verandah wall,

sunshine droops...

sleep stills the heavy air, i pause to breathe--

and the memories come back,
come back;
they fill my soul with dreams...
And love becomes a Vision
of past-perfects and future continuous

The present is lost to daydreamings....

Thursday, July 20, 2006

hello