Restaurants and lights

#19 Restaurants and lights

I insist on pretty things of
colours you may choose.
A hint of every time you lift your head,
wax the light and warm yourself
with olive, lamb and delight. Weave me
another, I share with you
my pride, my fork and empty plate.

You gift me a life,
arguments of a generation, wasted,
you remain. Our world moves in,
we stand away from the glow.

Down with love

February 19, 2012

#18 Down with love

Cobble stones and footsteps
running me down, down by the river.

We hope of floating evenings
among soft light with a summer approach,
cotton wrapped around the white,
we walk against the breeze.
Enough shadows, I feather you my fire,

I rehearse you my song,
slope me down wherever, the air below
our feet, sweeps us infinite.
Echo drops and I hold you
in silence.