I have a room with a view:
busy London street,
white and red lights
of cars rushing past,
magnificent church
hidden behind trees,
a couple passing by
holding hands
deeply immersed
in conversation.

I wonder if the moon in your place
is as big and bright as here in London.

I could make excuses
Defend my ways
But
I enjoyed the virtual embrace
Your voice
Your face
I was feeling displaced
In a state of haste
I won't deflect the pace

I pictured your hands on my body
And my body in your hands
I longed for foreign lands
Where the seashore lapped the sands
Entwined like our hands
Sea and setting sun become one
Without dusk, dawn would never come
And the song birds wouldn’t have sung

Who cares if we are lost?
The translation is a sign
The train of thought was thin
Who cares what words are said?
We packed light
Enter forests cradled in the mountain range
Keep your childish laughter
Leave your drunken meal
Drank river into waterfall
I have nowhere, no war
How to exit?
*****
How to enter?
Clean
Land has lost
Sign out the hive
Retired
Bees are so alive
Wire traps the treason
Factory line sublime
I am a social creature
Frequenting the mall
Travel is my heaven
The lights up in the sky
Driven by a dream
Something I can find
Elsewhere and else who