I have craved your whispering goodness.
I have known your shadows deep.
And here we sing
to a tender memory
of scattered and tumbling
diamond dust.
A silver breath
of life
incomplete.

I have craved your whispering goodness.
I have known your shadows deep.
And here we sing
to a tender memory
of scattered and tumbling
diamond dust.
A silver breath
of life
incomplete.
Sweet Love.
I wander among the daisies, knowing you are there
traveling lightly in the fields of life,
towards home.
I have loved you sweetly
with the quiet of me,
my heart, my soul, my muse.
I will wait. Here.
In the fields of our forever.
I will wait.
The echo of two hearts
drifting down the hall,
and all the darling days
we skipped arm in arm,
like children;
no more.
All the beauty of our yesterday,
I remember you.
Fondly,
I remember the darling days,
and I smile
as I crack down the middle
again.
Another fork in the road.
Another road of destiny
to travel.
Without you.
She bit off a giant chunk of hazelnut pancake, and ugly chewed.
He raised his fork, and his eyebrow.
She winked, and went on chewing loudly until her mouth was empty.
‘Don’t knock the dreamers,’ she said, then she handed him the flapping pages of the business section.