It is as if I am a drunk,

Intoxicated by faraway dreams,

And you,

The smile of a serving girl;

Rapturous tapestries

And tapering seams.

To waltz

Through the orchards of your smile;

To bask

In the fire of your eyes;

Just to trace constellations

Across the contours of your presence.

Your transcendence

Overcomes every waking thought

And sleepless dream.

But your melancholic moments

Pull at the fabric of this existence;

Unravelling threads.


Just to take your hand in mine,

To whisper

Into the chambers of your heart,

To break down

Those elements of ice,

And take you up,

Into the arms of my dream.


6 August 2017