20.5.17


11.5.17

POEM



UN-SAID 




So much between remains unsaid.

So much space between heart and head.

And you say:  Is this life?  And I say:  Is it?
  The way we dreamed it would always be?
And each wonders:  Can you ever, and will you?
And can you ever and might you?
Just once, even in a moon that’s blue,
touch the fear in me with the fear in you?