not so much as poetry.........

as the clouds chase grey across the sky dragging mood deep,

i think and feel too and words come

like notes from a horn miles, miles away

yet close and familiar in tone.

the swelling tone to fill nothing out of nothing and returning...........


my eyes don`t see you. no need.

my heart cannot heed the sense of it all

i am caught instead with the feeling

grey, deep..........

once more i shall ride this saline tide onto the shore,

rain drops not so much like tears but reminders of times, scattered in the past across nothing, yet i remember.

and you do too.