Once again, within a dream,
Upon a street you’ve never seen
I saw your face and heard your voice
I took your hand (I had no choice).

There, into weary eyes I looked,
And read your story like a book,
Though sections still remain unclear,
Yet all I want; to hold you near.


The Colour Drains

The sea in shades of grey and blue,
I sit in silent thoughts of you.

A hint of setting sun glows red,
The day is done, I seek my bed.

Coarse cliffs below with rocks so black,
I wonder when you’re coming back.

The colour drains with all I miss,
My mind dives off the precipice.

The train rolls on into the night,
An empty seat sits by my side.

To grey I come, and this to be,
Until your fair light touches me.