killing pain

  Could it be?

Time is an arrow----

Cutting through my marrow

Splitting up all sorrow"

How do you do?

I see you...

 

I dreamt of strolling in a velvety iridescent meadow.

 

Shall we be?

A mile’s earshot?

A wile to a selfless hand"

I darted past a lot

Empty whilst

This heart.