A love in verse

The Spell

Performed by

The windows are grimy: I think of you 

And they’re translucent suddenly

The day is grey but with a few

Thoughts of you it gleams for me

The dusty street becomes a wonder

A heaven, with the spell I’m under

The spell works best when you’re around

Making my eyes mirrors of joy

Transforming every random sound

To splendid music: a dreamy boy

Young with love’s daftness am I with you

And with its wisdom an old sage too. 


The Dalai Lama Speaks to Me

The Dalai Lama speaks to me:

“You need Nirvana – Freedom, see?

No longer one...

Pretty Blue Eyes

The love of my life is you, love

As we hang on the tail of the year

I’m saying that I’m ever true love...