Fast Lens


The images
Are clearer now
At night,
As if the lense cap
Has been lifted.

And a face is a dream

The mind’s eye

fluttering wing
Once more ecstatic
In the shadows,

mouthing miracles.

Speak To Me

Speak to Me

Speak to me
About what ails you
And give It vent
Talk to me about what
ails you
don’t bother asking for
My Consent
talk to me about what ails
speak your pain most
In a scroll of holy breath.
There remains time yet
for the world in you to
Yet repent ..Just
A while yet left .
talk to me about
What ails you
Ease and
let the burdens fall
From heaving breast ,
As spirit spreads
Its wings
Towards you
to surround us
leaving only
what is best .