Thursday, December 02, 2010

2 Old poems

On second thoughts
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For a split second eye to eye,
At the doorway you and I,
My throughts try to read your
thoughts through the haze,
while with open admiration
at you I gaze..
A split second,
but my thoughts,
will keep pulsating,
for hours on end.

The swimmer
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There are no voices around,
I drown in my silence,
the whispering breath of time,
bubbles up to the surface,
leaves me behind
in blue solitude

Does it all go unheard...
In the busy harbour of the hearts,
In the din of boats drifting in,
drifting apart ?