Poetry

You don’t tell me who I am, well you could, you do actually, but not for me.

The time of the tide is not always the same.

When a lover crowns you the empress of his dreams, as the queen

I can hear the ache right below my elbow, as I lay my head in its support,

When I look at the sunrise or at the wind creating its colourless backdrop,

If she stares with an eye that shrinks with every step you take,

I belong to a distant land right across a river that paints a valley with

They say love in its purest form is unconditional……….

Has the moon reduced your yearning into oblivion? Right when you extended your