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The Tears of Heaven.

  Rain tapped the windows in punishing waves as if the heavens were angry perhaps they are? It brought the coloured leaves of autumn blowing in a scurrying way, like the small hands of lost waving children, scudding like thousands of tiny moths, ginger, red and...

Dreams.

 In my dreams I see you clearlyno film of tears before my eyesclear as a picture through a lensbefore the dying light arrives. I ascend fast the steps of weary sleepclimbing to reach your callbut alas my efforts are futile,for you are nowhere, not here at...

I Missed You.

“Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through, to guess about what is seen during a moment” Carl Sandburg I Missed You. I missed you, when the heated rhythm of Salsathat feels so like chillies when they touch your...