Yes & No
It is surprising how two little words can play with your life, Like frozen butter being teased by a serrated knife, They hang on at the tip of a person’s tongue, And then vanish like the tune of a paean
Runway 77
Every so often, you think, the power to choose is a birthright, And so you set about, trying to separate the day from night, Only to realise that, in order to appreciate the light, You need to sometimes sacrifice your
Thirsty River
From a tiny spout, it slowly begins to take form, Filled drop by drop, from the contributions of a storm, Every single memory, every moment, a part of the deluge, And when you cross the banks, they have no refuge.
Final Stand
Silently we sit, staring down at the menu on the table, The gaze is firm, but the mind is not yet stable, In one quick scoop, our hands desperately grab, Holding down the menu, I let my modesty take a
Songstress
For the first sunrise that heralded our day, And showed us the future of a pair, Let us carry that sunshine along our way, And show it the future that we share. For the first warmth that sprung from every