Parting

I see moving pictures in a 5 by 5 screen
I hear the sounds emitted in sync with the scenes
I reach out my hand to touch what I see
And I grasp that I'm only really with me.

The silver framed photograhs hanging off the walls
The aeroplane that flew you off to foreign shores
Your pictures spread around me on the bedroom floor
Looking at your silhouette framing the door.

Sleeping by the phone incase it would ring
Walk humming to the tune you used to sing
Reading letters and postcards in fading ink
I smoothed the little seashells you left by the sink

I wave you goodbye in the big white hall,
Your hands wave back; a big smile sprawled,
Over the face I know I'll miss,
Goodbye my darling just one more kiss.

You cupped the time that turned stones into sand
Should you wish them to trickle slowly through your hands,
And those grains to what ends may meet
Time, Love, matters of importance I cannot understand.

Rainy Night

Imagine the hedge lined, wooded paths
And the tap of rain, a song,
Pass the dew on bristled branches
Trade them for crystal gowns.

Willows soft and willows mellow,
Lost me in their silvery strands
Perhaps the splash of unmannered cars
A rustle where oaks would stand

Back towards  your blazing eyes
Dispersing fairy's jewels
Be it love the one I despised
Here I harvest for you

It's cruel to linger where traffic slows
Where each whisper skips a beat
And I am left in the rain to wonder
If the slowness if for me.

But ponder each drop; hanging
Precariously from shadowed leaves,
Then I gues you would understand
Why these games, I would keep

Nonetheless, indigo skies retired
Back into their downy beds
The coldness of new tears
Washes me from my rest

The rattle of rain on pavement,
I later reflected, was kind
They drove all musty, settled thoughts
Far from my mind.