This broken hair clip's all I have
Of all we had in years gone by...

A confession: I have stopped writing my diary.
Why immortalise yesterday's noisy monsters...

In that blue lake, I wanted to believe -
It's sapphire ripples moulding with your form...

You were created with the
metaphors of my metered verse...

The fields are fallow, now, when once they were...
But I harvested the last vestige of our love long...

I tangoed to your fractured guitar,
and you placed your...

Can I not find a single path
That leads me back to you...

With silken threads and bridges built to last,
I tended for our love with joy and care...

beneath the brook,
the bass of the giants' voices...

Did Heaven really call to you
And were you really finished here...

~~~
She danced beneath the bluebell's shade...

wishing I had hugged
you as tightly in life as...