Eastern violin
Lament and longing
Heart all rent in 2
Inward sunward path
My opiate home of
gold red white & blue
Rich tapestry
Of spiced love in me will
Come & bring me back to you
Kin of eastern love .

Waiting for a Sign


Waiting for a Sign

Waiting for a Sign

He knew her beauty
He knew her dreams
He knew she came apart
at certain seams
So he was gentle
and he was kind
but he was also
partly blind
He waited calmly
and patiently for the sign
but she left him
one grey October
to travel on a journey ,
endless abandon
with kind and tribe .
He was torn
once more alone
but now he knew
not only blind
but also
a fool
for love .
And yet
he never stopped
living her .