Enough is enough 
has always been 
a bad thing 
but what if 
enough was enough 
and that was 
not something that 
someone else did 
but rather you 

Now when blue 
comes to bathe
settling languidly on
my duvet cover 
the white stripes 
reflecting just like 
your eyes do 
of mine when 
I look deeply 
beyond your beautiful 
browns and down 
into your soul 
seeing there too
this very blue 

Wispy clouds 
slowly appear
white from 
the depths 
of darkness 
like angels 
descending from 
Heaven moving 
closer and
then not 
knowing that 
I am 
not the 
one to 
receive grace 

A far off
whistle moans deeply 
caught in the 
trap of tracks 
forward and backward 
is all it
can do lamenting 
all the way 
why can’t I
just be free 
to go somewhere 
sideways just once 
but no go
I must for
what’s behind me 
like my past
never knew better 

Brown curtain 
white blind
and beyond 
city begins 
to stir
I can
hear it
tires of
distant cars 
pick up 
their pace 
more of
them more 
than some 
like kisses
of lovers
whose passion 
slowly swells