the curse of the passenger

I saw a picture of your facestraight back from the realm of forgetfulnessyour voice resounded in my veinsafter years in the wildernessyou looked like you were in parisfrom the crayon-like colours outside the dooryou looked like you’d conquered your demonsthey were not haunting you anymoreand I saw you still wear those ear-ringsthe ones you boughtContinue reading “the curse of the passenger”

another day in the sun

what’s left for you to dream?you have wonyou have beenyou couldn’t have written it any betterthan it turned out to beyour young boy’s tears are now forgottenand look what you’ve achieved another morning will comeanother day in the sunbut won’t you remember this one? summers wentsummers camewith no carewith disdain for your soulfor your lifeyetContinue reading “another day in the sun”

things we know and things we knew

take me up this promenadethe one we used to walk alongthen we’ll go to see the planestaking people to their homesthe narrow streets of our youththey haven’t changed a bitthings we know and things we knewthe songs we used to sing sing them back to me the ‘chariots of fire’ themethe window left half openContinue reading “things we know and things we knew”

eight doors apart (on glanaman road)

let’s catch up for a pintalright, let’s make it twobeen quite a while since I last saw youthe restless days were gonebut your habits never didyou ran, you cried, you smiled, you hidand I’m one of those who rarely believebut one thing I know for sureyou should’ve lived you and I lived just eight doorsContinue reading “eight doors apart (on glanaman road)”