Her stories

She told me her stories a dozen times

About her fears, her dreams, her smooth lines.

Years after she is gone, and her scent doesn't fill my thoughts, those stories are still mine.

Your time seems to be faster than mine

As the night surrendered,

To the morning chimes.

They lay lazily in bed together

Watching the waves light up with sunshine

As she got up to dress for office

He whispered "Your time seems to be faster than mine".

Words in the dust

In the sunlight
On the windowsill,
Words in the dust.
Spelt in music,
Immortal in song.

In the moonlight
On the windowsill,
Words in the dust.
Blurred with time,
Still immortal in song.

Drunk Clouds

And drunk upon the clouds we soared.

we didnt care for no wine.

The clouds were drunk, the air was soaked.

We didnt even care for the time.