• i wait in silence,croaching at my feet
    just wondering how we will meet
    looking inside the blank pages,
    of that old picture book,
    the smell of watercolours on paintings
    inside of that sketch book,
    black stained photos that fall from my hands
    you look up hearing angels,
    and down at your feet,
    a multicoloured shell that you had found at the beach,
    you hold it close to your heart,grasped inside your palm,
    think of those memories that cannot be undone.

    memories xxx