A love in verse

No You

Performed by

All the fine fire sun sends down.

The leaving green, the heaving sea, the air 

Cool as a dream of snow in Africa,

The rare rich minerals of the earth, singing wind – 

These fine things do not remind me of you,

No, you make them, in their tracks, their places and

Without you they are not, no, nothing is:

Only some wan and lightless vacuum

Where a faint sound rings sadly because a possibility

Of your being hovered, ah, but it never came to be. 


No Doubt

Here the powdered snow falls fast

Like drops of doubt onto our faith

It does not settle, cannot last...


It’s more quiet than I’ve ever known

No cat stirs, wasp or fly. 

At least for a while...