Eavesdrop on my thoughts –

I shall draw up every contour of dream

every last hope and bursting seam of life

onto a page

I shall drip blood like ink upon the shadows

feed the fears a little, let time run backwards

so you may share with me, in me, of me

partake of what you like

even if we never feast



Long for Spring

In the grip of Winter
I long for Spring
soft air of new life
wrapped with new light
When all are avarice
for the currency of joy
and sighs the well fought for gains
of living.