You were a significant part of their world
then, you went into vanishment, obscurity
You were too late for a sad sideward glance
a last look from afar to remember that body

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You were a significant part of their world
then, you went into vanishment, obscurity
You were too late for a sad sideward glance
a last look from afar to remember that body

The season changes
ice winds whistle loudly through
the power lines, trees
the sunlight plays a subtle
song through the dying flowers
Sakura creeps to
find a friend in the warm sun
and in the spring blue

THE BEGINNING The vanishment; noisy, crowded streets become quiet. Alone, I can hear the sea wind songs; listening to the sea. The voice of Odin calls from afar, or is it Poseidon? The force of ancient strings prickles the skin; visions of forests and wolves. The streets fill up once more, and the water from the grey clouds buckets down to cause chaos. The beginning of a journey. You are standing there waiting for me, yet we have never met before.
a place of tranquillity
a longing for colour
the sea and wind sing
the birds join the song
those pinks and blues
those lights at sunset
fills a heart made of glass
fills your heart-shaped glass
a desirable ending
a desirable longing

SPRING SCENTS between heaven and earth the colours of energy are vibrating hallucinating Springtime scents of Jasmine and green nature is a mixed mess wobbling and rolling in the grass calling to the elements ending up naked in the river alone
Spring lays waste to winter,
for the sun shines once again.
Blossoms bud, bloom, and blow about, yet we feel a chill again.
We are immersed in the season as we consider the times to come.

Swirling colourful cloth,
the scent of sandalwood and the streets.
Bangles move to the drums,
almost touching, and the dance gathers emotion.
Daydreaming you’re a star,
Bollywood feels like floating on a fame cloud.
Wailing, you are my Jaanu!
Strange looks from people passing by.
the moody sky broods
for the clouds are full of rain,
a brewing storm comes

Parchment paper lined wooden draws
the smell of vintage parcels hidden under our lingerie
Wooden smells mixed with the older smells
breathing in the scent of what we once were
Loving you with parchment paper lined wooden draws
parcels of scent and the smell of you close to me
You and I will be forever together in those draws
moving to our music
whispering kisses and parchment paper love scents