Yet another Brit talent…
(The Gentlewoman – Spring/Summer 2011)
Where is the path?
In sixty five miles or less,
and the tale never began to end.
The wind howls with the
forest wolves in an early dawn;
the train passes a hundred directions,
witnessing the hasty travellers,
chanting a melody to their beloveds.
The moon shines; the stars shame.
Into her thirsty eyes, he pleads to look.
Let’s take the road – right or wrong –
and fly among the sparkles.
S
– What is ‘love’?
– A verb.
Casting you a glance
and I’m getting lost
in tomorrow.
Silver, your precious
hair is going;
one strand at a time.
Gray, your sky-blue eyes
are turning to;
blink after blink.
After all, beauty does live
among us – among the
lovers’ charm.
S
“You don’t need anybody
to tell you who you are
or what you are.
You are what you are.”
Two years ago on this day, I ended certain emotional affairs of mine, crossed boundaries I never thought I would cross, and took a short trip to Paris.
Today, I still treasure my decision and every moment of that trip.
Today, I admire life on the cutting edge.
S