Wisps in the Wind

We are like wisps in the wind
Time moving by so fast
An emptiness of the heart
A moment that couldn't last
Fragments from another time
My mind wanders for a while
Forever in my memories
In another face I've seen your smile.

Grey Silence

Grey rainy days,
Quiet, silent
Clouds drifting across the sky

Silently life begins
Slowly, effortlessly
From the sky tears

Changing over night
Washing away
The hurt and grim of other years

Revealing secrets
Beautiful, alive
Once again the world is new

Grey rainy days
Quiet, silent
clouds drifting slowly away

Till next time....

somewhere i have never travelled

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

- E. E. Cummings