On cloudless moonlit nights
When the world is silver and darkest blue
And silence seems to reign supreme
If you stretch your hearing inwards
You will hear the distant moans
Of long lost lonely dreams
Homeless and obsolete
Fading away
To become endless shadows

                                           By Phil Roberts

the sky comes down and shares my table
blue frock with yellow Sun
we sit in silence together, old friends
somewhat in love, somewhat at odds,
as all old friends we have travelled far
shared rocky road and smooth path
the sky comes down and shares my table
blue frock with yellow Sun
we sit in silence together, the stillness welding
us into one.

a single cloud sails the sky
enters my mind through blue-grey eyes
and I watch her go on her way
she reaches you at ten past three
and touches you through wet skin
bringing us together in so many ways
- the seamless space we occupy.

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