Niagara Falls
I only wish you had been to Niagara
romance never ends there ever,
I would love to have one each day
come what may
winter spring or snow
the Niagara always does love grow

and upon my life’s arc
there is a permanent glow

how I wish all of you
sooner than later to Niagara go
to make the most beautiful
of all God's presentations of love
naturally flow

The room is empty
and dust motes circle in slices of light.
Books like brickwork cover one wall
and on a table a wise old chinaman looks out,
the only figurine.
In another unit a child is crying,
and further away
there's the distorted sound of a reggae tune
but here
not even phantoms visit.
Memories that might have gathered,
as crumbs do in soft furnishings,
have departed like revellers, (laughter
echoes, the lift door closes).
No ticking clock,
no floorboards creak as evening arrives.

grime
annointed
time bleached
with the tongue ot sun
tasting

shade and blight
rust and blood

tears and worn streets
full of wind catologued
flyers

You groomed me long
ago

the night fresh
you tamed the beast

leaning in the trunk yearned
forest

beneath the cacaphony of constellations
how you tore at the flyers
denouncing
reasonable
plausiblility
of a rational
curiculeam

your voice speaks volumes of memories gone by
who wouldn't like to hear your tunes and why

my voice is one of angels from far and wide
I don't wish to behind clouds hide

I have my own imagination on which I do rely
and I don't get to read others as a reply

those who have a voice of their own
never feel shy

and
in love of hope of being remembered never die

listen to my voice today
you may not get another chance anyway