O' tranquil star,
how peaceful these moments are
when my feet alone trace the lines of the wood on the floor.
How I love this silence
and you.
And how foolish can we be -
to think that these moments can last forever?

Abysmal

This steep falling
into indifference.

How swiftly the change.

To be in the same room
putting the night gown dress down,
my work clothes on,
whilst a spectator lies on the floor,
my lover by the window -
And you're not there.

Today, the ground is covered
in your grace.

All dressed in white,
it becomes the most perfect vision of you.