It starts as a low rumble off in the distance!
The sound of heavens horses approaching...
And suddenly everything was grey,
including yellow...
Incumbent dark seeks and envelopes my soul
No voice of comfort no hand to hold...
Love, lust or just sex.
Why do I read into things...
I imagine now a lonely death,
where I may muster sickened breaths...
Slumber is now calling
Yet I simply cannot hear...
Sunset, I've known you for so long --
a distant mirage, a forgotten song...
Again, June came -- uninvited,
shadows glimmer as I think about...
My body is a temple,
A shrine in tune with nature...
Someone has told me
it's my time for happiness...
Years of therapy
helped me realise that only...
He was a curator
who speaks softly about...