poetry in her window pane

see our faces in the moonless night

with no need for a spoken word

too afraid to be open now

innocent for as long as silence is our friend



spinning round in my belly wheel

in the garden behind veiled eyes

I'm the boy again, standing in the flood

so in love with the tides



should I save myself from you

and then drown in distant memories

should I give myself to you

or just throw it all away?



poetry in the window pane

her devotion, a mysterious smile

how long will we play this waiting game

how long will we stay on tricky ground

how long will we play this waiting game