Eyes glitter and glint
with their jewellery of tears...

My Beautiful Lady,
I sleep perchance to dream once more...

An icicle melts
plip! plop! in afternoon sun...

Special was our love...Oh! how special
time spent together, precious was our time...

The fire has died
to embers now...

Sacred utterings
philosophy in a chant...

And...
As if they had read my thoughts...

In Kuwait
a sheep is slaughtered...

Starzec of the earth
gnarled limbs stretch out in greeting...

..they echo now,
all around the big chair...