Tuesday 16 May 2017

You

Thoughts of you keep me up at night.
These monologues with you keep me upright.

Why do I write about our private sessions?
Perhaps hoping someone can help me reach you, my destination.

They ask me to describe your looks or location.
I wish I knew. All I know, I know is an illusion.

But I am sure I am not the only creature,
To have this two way conversation with only one speaker.

So I share a glimpse of our monologue,
Hoping someone can help me make this a dialogue.

Tell me at least your coordinates so I can add them to this navigation system.
I promise to follow the lady's instructions with the least possible resistance.

Friday 12 May 2017

Your Language or Mine

Wherever I go I see your traces,
In crowded streets and empty spaces.
This reminds me of you, that reminds me of you.
They all just seem a part of you.

What are you trying to say, I wish to understand.
In that gust of wind or this rain in which I stand.
I know everything you send my way,
has a message from you. What are you trying to say?

I want to learn your language. Help me.
For you above all, I am always free.

So I wait for you whilst I sip this coffee.
Let's talk. In my language for a change. Maybe.