Maybe I should 
just delete them 
vestiges of past
caught posed and 
proper or casual 
and capricious let
them all go 
after all these
pictures which used
to speak a
thousand words have 
all gone silent 

What do I 
do when I 
do but he 
doesn’t am I
to sit in
my little boat
spinning round and 
round this spot
or am I 
to struggle and
lift him up 
or am I 
to cut anchor 
adrift to God
knows wherever else 

If I could 
I would make 
a crystal you 
of which I 
could draw my
finger around and 
hear you sing

The only gateway 
to happiness is
peace which stands
at the end 
of the path 
known to those 
who have found 
it as darkness 
where only you 
and only it
will ever walk 
side by side 
neither friend nor 
foe but one 

Hush little dream 
don’t you say 
please remain quiet 
as I’m still 
do not haunt 
with the longings 
that I don’t 
in my wake 
shush little one 
let me sleep 
and maybe tomorrow 
I’ll miss someone