sent you a room with altering shifts
mauve hues now
for when you lie down alone on that futon of hours

close pastel eyes
lie back and relax
drift away
far away over dale and sea

crystal lights
on the ceiling
behind your lids
ever changing lumix

take the room
all the room you want

room for you
as you let me
melt away

you melt me gone

I'm not there
and you're not here
we're just..
in a room
where only two parts
of a unique key
can fit

a thinking one
a feeling one

I love you so
always have
and will

I always have
room for you

room of hours


room of hours






shine out the folly
learn to behave
and be all that others need.


for as long as it takes
light a candle
in the depths of never.


no use bothering  to understand
why that moment cannot be
it just is.


quit flaking the scales so:
be ever grateful
and keep that candle lit

think hard . . .

you do know all about this
we've done this often . . . before

indulging midnite dip in sultry solitude
our beautiful selves ready to plunge

two pieces of iridescent light glow
sudden submergence into waiting blue

oh my word, we do it again . . . again
weird has its name planted all over us

chasing sweet pulsation 'neath them waves
where silence lives and welcomes us

riding massive swells of wicked curves
making each throb outlast the rest!

loving the impossible
is a one way first class ticket
on the edge of a postal stamp

meeting the impossible
is me melting inside you
like a snowflake on your tongue

touching the impossible
an old man watching a bee
caught on the inside of a curtain

finding the impossible
is
possible



on the edge of a postal stamp

in a room alone
close the door
welcome you in

sit on couch
nothing else in this
wooden room
standing there
nervous

waiting
unsure
wasting
demure

awaken

rather on it
than anywhere
without you

en route to you
slow but sure
steady steps forward

may take months
even years
I will wait for you

I will wait for you

cut me into strips
grill me with words
matters so little

that monochrome highway
awaits
in the future

for you and me.



highway awaits

The tide unturns
things got wild
words flung unmild

There can be little need of shoving harsh away
when rosettes of care are placed on your path

Time will mere churn on now
so slow - slow - slow
like thick butter needing urgent spreading yet
with missing slice only melting can be now


Turn away
turn away

Turn away
it is as you wish



Turn a way