Now You Are Here
The west wind blows its lilting song
Through pale dusk, before moonlight touches,
Pearl fingers on my window.
In star-tossed reflections from above... more »
Love, that I should
be in you,
pulsing in your blood.
To live in you, in your veins,... more »
How can this beauty be tinged by pain?
Touches of blueness on sultry red
making swirls of violet, my favourite colour.
Knowing this, knowing it too well,... more »