Standing in your shoes
looked at life through your eyes...

At times I feel you are here, as I write
like you are breathing from the page...

Your hands were sails carved-
from the genesis that also...

from rafters
a rope stretches its back...

elevated above-
my eyes south-facing...

Today marks one hundred years
ago the first world war came to an end...

A big bang theory, or Adam and eve
Bewildered maybe? as what to believe...

Storm brewed
bitterness bites...

She may love me
Or...

My child-hood had died
lost in a parental war...

Neurological
Enzymes...

hearts
are broken...