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.


  1. I was staring at the sky today with my little boy; there's something special about sharing that. Lovely poem :)