Sunday, 19 September 2010



I crept to the window
As a red circle devoured the dark.
It licked softly the dome of the sky.
And stars, like a thousand milky fish
Swam into the blue.

Into Day


I found her dancing in the mirror.
Light like liquid streaming through her hair.
On a Summer night,
With a thousand ghostly sounds -
A rhythm and a champagne voice
Haunting the silent wood.
Born to tread the starry sky
As vast hours melt into day.