Saturday, 21 June 2014


should I become old I would that my paper-thin skin glows with some sort of luminosity

Friday, 13 June 2014

They say that there is kiss

They say that there is kiss
That will cause Beauty to stir in her deep sleep
Move her head, arms, feet
Her pale cheek to flush so slightly
Under the pressure of tender lips
Eyelids to flutter, then to open

They say there is a Prince called Truth
Full of Peace
In whose veins flow liquid love
He longs to awaken Beauty
To walk with her along paths of Goodness
And birdsong