Across a velvet backdrop
stars hang like crystals
strewn across the heavens
softly glowing lanterns
encircling tiny tealights
that wax and wane with
the out breath of sighs
dislodged they plummet
a streaking spectrum
in  the heavens
to vanish over mountains
plunge in to the sea
or diffidently fade into
a dark horizon
we are like the ocean
ebbing and flowing,
tumbling waves of unrest
altering course or still
as tide pools
hostage to the moon
until the heat of night
inflames our primal hearts
come out, ignite, be the fire.





art by Karol Bak

in the dark

From the fog I can  hear the sighs

of lovers lost in the monsoon.

Images  flicker in my frontal lobe,

that man with the golden veins,

he  doesn’t interest me now as

sip by sip I liberate  my mind.

Later when I am  cocooned in the dark

I will bring him back  again.