Wednesday, 8 March 2017


One must speak of love if one is alive 
so I sometimes do in my poems.
 This is one of those:

Love and the Elements

A sneaking darkness folded
 Trees and buildings alike
A flight of birds
Ruffled the night sky

Some flickering stars
Played hide-and-seek
The sea lashed mercilessly
Flailed with a limitless freedom

Some snowflakes danced
The last dance of their life
The howling wind
In hot pursuit

And you stood there
Out of the gaping window
With a torrent of blackness
Down your back

I loved you then
Like never before
But the elements knew
How futile love was

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