If I  ,
am left alone with the noon days sun and see it rise at dawn and feel
no need to shelter from it’s rays what kind of a fool am I ?
If not for one m this flower has taken water it must.    
surely die ?
Now my coach awaits ,
excuse me gentlemen.
,
How  dark it’s interior ,
I had not noticed before
It is my loneliness that stands before me  ,
the pitch black likened to a stranger who never leaves .
The horses driven by a whip sends them to corners of my mind I have yet to see .

A *** boils over ,
Why I let it simmer ?

To many secrets ,
To many lies in this harbour of fear ?

Look my ship is about to sail ,
It’s masts high to strike the wind ,
Yet in truth it sailed many years ago ,

How I did not notice ?
If I touch ?
and touch you again why do I feel the very need ?
It has to be perfect ,
Yes or no peace will come ,
Will ever come ? .

Don’t go ,
Please don’t leave we have yet to hold hands and see the suns colours paint the sky’s in finest oil ,
Don’t go .
I’m alone even the flys found more company than my solitude .?

And sunken rays that hide my clouds of darkness finds a candle
to you,r all but flickering love .