As silence reigns
And twilight glows
With clouds that seem to pour some rain
Here on the beach, I sat alone

Tasting the air
As I close my eyes
I know you're there
Far enough not to be by my side

As I breathe in
And eventually breathe out
I cherish the memories within
Memories that I can't live without

Everything about you
Everything about me
Everything we've been through
Will extend through eternity

Two shadows
walk at ten,
different stories
to tell;
while one
falls in love,
the other pretends.

Waves of smashed rubble
Lie defeated beneath
A blanket of ivy.
Broad vales of bright
Wild-blossoms embrace
The steel altars.

Trees, like temples to
Passion, ascend upwards
From tar and muck.
They grow thick with
Leaves, and bear swathes
Of gleaming fruit.

Even as the gales
And rain-storms fall in waves,
The gentle forest prevails.
It is a sort of art:
In the end, Nature comes
To reclaim us all.

About a year ago,
I quit smoking.

My counselor - a
Firm anti-smoker -
Told me, "Well done,"
And as I left

Her office, a thick cloud
Of bus-exhaust billowed
Up to the third story
Window, and seeped within.

"No smoking," the sign said;
"It's bad for your health."

A plastic bottle
Sits discarded at
The foot of a
Recycling bin.

A city bird,
Mistaking it for
Some kind of
Strange fruit, or

Perhaps a meal
Fit for a king
Descends, grasps it
With pincer'd claws,

Then carries it to
Her nest, and sits
For five minutes,
Watching, confused,

As her hatchlings
Gnaw at the label.
In bright red letters:
'Taste The Feeling.'

Whenever I look into his eyes I drown.
I just love how his eyes write poetry of my soul.