Saturday, 7 January 2012

On a train

it’s only when
another tunnel comes
that darkness falls
and her old face
reflects back in
the window pane
- smiles again.

When foreheads meet,
that moment’s when
she integrates
her eyes and ears,
mouth and nose;
blesses back
her misty angel soul.


  1. I so love your writing! Just terse enough to speak volumes. You're wonderfully talented!