COLOURS

I think of my eyes dreaming you
As I think of seeing your dreams
In imagined sleep of yours and mine
I dream of a reality
Which seems closer to truth

RETURN III

Parting looks
Freeze into
Still life paintings

Courage to escape
Made me look away
At the last moment
From the tear which welled in your eyes
From my yet-no-god futility

RETURN II

Walk back is longer
Hands are pressed under the arms
They had nothing in them

RETURN I

The train moves
Leaves the station
My glances bend on the floor
Pick the broken glass
Return to estranged destinies

MEMORY

My fingers draw a face In the air
My lips whisper a name
My hands throw another pebble in water

A shiver sudden and calm away

SENSE

From a distance
I can touch the sense
Of longings
In the touch of your fingers
My sense can touch your sense
From a distance
My nerve ends replay
The sense of your touch

SILENCE

All my dark meanings
Will grope In your silence
You would fill my crossword
You would give me a word
Before the meanings slip away

TOUCH

Each realisation
Draws a wrinkle on the skin
Of experience
A smile keeps
Visiting the wrinkle
Nevertheless

WORDS

Your silence
Punctuates my word
Fills it with meanings
My word colors
Your silence