If I could turn the hands upon my clock the other...
and move both you and I back to another day...

No one,
sees the light go out...

Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams...

Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...

Fragile petals blown by turbulent winds
to swirl in eddies far from leaf and stem...

Candystripe petals peek
through deep green leaves...

An ember,
Kindled gently...

Dancing sparkles shimmer on its undulating...
whilst gulls bob gently up and down...

Slam the steel door and fasten it tight
Make sure it’s sealed to keep out the light...

Sitting in the sun she drowses,
raising her face to bathe in the mid day heat...