I'm not looking for another, As I wander in my time, Walk me to the corner, Our steps will always rhyme

White Noise

Words sometimes,
Have a strange habit
Of getting lost,
In the labyrinth
Of our life together.

You are the one
they are meant for;
You are the one
they can't reach to.

It's a new day, It's a new life for me

Beginning

Suddenly,
This burst of colour.
Love
Dripping down
Our backs
On to the
Blue bedspread,
Like molten amber.

A tiny patch of sunshine
Creeps in,
And settles down
Tentatively
On our fingers;
Entwined,
Finally.

Back from a long sabbatical. Too much work. Will be less taciturn soon. Promise.