Red is the colour for me
when given choice
that is why blood does not faze me

Blue too is the colour for me
when given choice
that is why melancholy sits easily with me

Black as well a colour for me
when given choice
that is why I get on well with black folk.

In a breeze of timid whispers
and with wary downcast eyes
the secret world was opened
to where true depth of feeling lies.

With each step, stories were told
and a tapestry of intimacy unfolded.
to dare or not to dare
to care or not to care.
In the dog-days of romance,
those are the calls
that lovebirds must answer.

i am so disappointed in myself that instead of fixing my mistakes
i am going to sit and wallow in them instead

Perhaps, in the great scheme of things, even death is enough to elicit love in people who are shaken by grief.

The 'West Wind' here, is the strongest, most persistent,
the 'One' that permanently bends the trees 'Eastwards',
much more than any other point on the compass.
Bending toward the 'East', the 'Sun Rising' you could be forgiven
for thinking that the Tree's here, are bowing down toward the coming light, in their morning prayer.