A pure coincidence of chance
To be sat there in that room...
This is just a test
for the real thing would not be...
Fall,
her whispers growing silent...
Sweet and sentimental touching tenderly
pearls of wisdom creates a well of serenity...
Pacific borealis
Fathoms in the quay...
I am only your opposite
not your enemy...
I live in a vessel
But I'm not my home...
Having you in my life is making me miserable,
a word I often feel too privileged to throw...
boy dives
in sea of books to surf...
Down, i look. You turn to see me, so slowlY
Every now and then, i turn to see you toO...
You are the prime suspect
of the destruction of private property...
Sleeping here like the dead
Wishing I were alive...