Saturday, 10 November 2012


You and I ascend the painted nights
and sail adrift from isles of smearing lights;
Beneath smooth gentle waves cavort
strung to my unconscious thought.

Alight our solo voice entwines,
Memories twist around the dotted lines;
And elated we distort remiss
reflections on the steel abyss.

Sullen stills of life abide
and blur into the perpetual tide;
At nil but peace, where we begun
You dissolve against the morning sun.

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