THE POET BY DAY

The Sun Is In Love With Me what a morning, good morning burst of apricot, showering light drizzling glee, a child’s laughter if I had to live for just one day...

We sit and talk, quietly, with long lapses of silence and I am aware of the stream that has no language, coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes which has...

What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And...

Books on the bookshelves And stacked on the floor Books kept in baskets And propped by the door Books in neat piles And in disarray Books tucked in closets And books...