My Valentine

Snowy Valentine.jpg

The light in here is too bright for morning
the sunrise peachy glow distorted and squinting
our distinctive beginning comes to me at the same time
both warm and cuspated

knowing your love still exists helps me to
keep on, keep on, and knowing you still love me
bids me not give up

The lights in this room are too dim to read by
in the evening, the aroma of sausage, with its
fennel and thyme, and the acid of tomatoes
keeping things real

the streaks in the sky at sundown leaving
little illumination to stir the sauce pot, little to the
imagination of a pair of love thieves in a jam

And some days we don’t take the time, even to
let eyes meet, but we continue, and
knowing your love still exists
helps me keep on, keep on

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sunset October

I don’t have your colours
all my words
what I have to bring to life
what you paint over my sky
is it ever enough for you
to see my blues
and the red days
that go well past the horizon

pink roses and strawberry preserves

The light in here is too bright for morning
the sunrise peachy glow distorted and squinting
our distinctive beginning comes to me at the same time
both warm and cuspated

knowing your love still exists helps me keep on
keep on, knowing you still love me bids me
not give up

The lights in this room are too dim to read by
in the evening, the aroma of sausage with its
fennel and thyme and the acid of tomatoes keeping
things real

the streaks in the sky at sundown leaving little
illumination to stir the sauce pot, little to the
imagination of a pair of love thieves in a jam

And some days we don’t have the time to
let eyes meet, but we continue, and
knowing your love still exists
helps me keep on, keep on

Sanctuary

We went to see family in New York in June. These photos are not the best but they suit the moments, fleeting, on the way somewhere, and taken from the window of the car.

St K front

When I left home the first and second, and then for the last time, I would find places that inhabited peace. I’ve been to churches in many cities, sometimes just a visit to see the architecture, or with the hope that someone might be playing the pipe organ.
I liked the idea that the doors were open all day, even on weekdays.

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Show-stopper

Sunset and leaves

I had so much riding on this day
my mind in too much thought
each sip every step all my hopes
just to purchase another hour of life
the way it should be lived

It is a pendulous evening
heavy air at eight
the lines nearly erased now
between night and day
the horizon breaking out
with its glittery evening show

A slice of this sky I count on
my doubt and injuries wavering
I take one step, and then another
every hope winning out over the past
and its mercenary plans