Night without darkness
And the bees are floating
Light without eyes
And the breeze is killing
Meeting without meeting
Felling with no feeling
Like the boiling ice
Seeing you tomorrow
Seeing you tonight
Seeing you, the leaves falling
Seeing you when the trees are light
Like a bundle of emotion
Mixed with childish colours
At the time of twilight
Do you know my feelings?
When the rain tap on my window
When the drops slide like skates
Scratching along my skin
When the trees look so lonely
And all the roofs are flat
Do you know where to hide my eyes?
The rain stopped tapping
The sky looks dry
But inside I have the rain
And wish to cry
Do you know where to begin?
Measuring the clouds
Or counting the number of slates
On the top of million roofs?
Modern Arts Gallery
Spaces and colours
Green and blue, red and white
Brown over brown
Circles and lines that have no endings
Angles and tangles and unfinished wrangles
Faces with no faces
Words with no grammar
I saw you there in the shadows of a picture
Sitting and lying sleeping and staring
Inside the meaningless meanings
Inside the paint and brushes fair
You had no body yet revealing
Your love and hate, death and fate
Everything was there
Our secrets where there
Boldly written in water
But no colour was there
Your sanity was visible
In the insanity of blue
My silence was silent
Trapped in white
The rainbow of your eyes
And crossbow curved waste
Your lazy angled hair
You’re ivory elbow
And cloud coulored neck
Were sitting right in the middle
In an empty crimson chair- A page from A Nursing Home Diary
The sky is grey
And half covered with slates
The rain sits on an airbed
While the morning sparrows have a swing
On the washing line
It is seven O’clock
When they feed us breakfast
When the spoons can not wait
And the food jump in faster than
What we can chew
It is seven o’clock
When I used to wake them up
Have them ready for schools
Packing their lunches
Packing their cheek with kisses
It is nine O’clock
The shadow of the tree havemoved
From the washbasin to my cupboard
And the television is reading the news
Full with faces that has no eyes
It the time when I used to
To drop them at the school
And watch their little feet
Leiving prints on the path
And over my heart
It is 10 O’clock and the rain has not stopped
Sliding on my window
Racing down like tears
At ten O’clock I used to Phone my friend
Talking about the rain, and about men
How pleasant and amusing
Talking about men
Whatever they are
We both loved their
Strong Idiot hand
It is midday and I can hear the food
Bubbling into the pots
Jumping into the trolleys
Discreetly nibbled by Magi
While she whips over her mouth
Middy was when we first met
His eyes were made of fire
And his fingers soft and long
Yet when he went away
No midday was ever there
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