Sometimes

Sometimes, the world is fear,

blind eyes part for a single tear,

and he and I

are no more separate than near.

 

Glamour and agony unite

lust, love, rare delight:

and he and I

hover, suspended in the night.

 

His voice echoes, growing faint;

hope whispers, carrying the taint,

and he and I

remember…and wait.

Reviews

[Liz Alexander]

This is amazing....