When raindrops fall,
rivers are formed.

When teardrops fall,
epic poems are born.

When you fly high
The fall is hard

I long for You —
I pant for You —

Desperately, I scream, internally,
Till my face is blue —

Here, there is no water,
Only rock, capturing no dew;
But devastatingly reminds me:
There is no home but You!

Trembling leaves stand out,
Yellow amongst the green-

First to expire in heat,
They tremble and fall
Decondensed,
Brittle dry harbingers

Of an early Autumn,
Chill borne on North
Sea breeze

This sunny Summer morn

I know sometimes he takes a different form
Oft a Shepherd
A herder of words unreformed
Of depth
And of humour
And poignancy
Renowned
Sometimes
He's his girlfriend
With beauty unbound.

while sitting in my garden a robin sang to me
his lovely robin song with a lovely melody
with his bright red chest gleaming in the sun
happy and content having so much fun

i sat there and listened to the song he sang to me
took my heart away made me feel so free
when his song was over the robin flew away
and the song he sang i remember to this day