Thursday, 14 February 2013
We look away at the same sky;
a sky that’s always changing.
I fail to make this world benign,
although we see the same sky
and here we are, alone now,
side-by-side with waving trees
and, in a our time, unerring breeze
is dancing down a blinking street,
like dancing thoughts of two;
the best of me, the best of you.