Thursday, July 31, 2014


History is a mirror of inevitability
Reflections of repetition and loss
Mistakes we never learnt from
Are destined forever to repeat
What would make you think?
Upon heady green days of heat
Running stealthily to shorter days
These words or the scent of home
Promises of long missed passion
All the sweeter for the waiting
Delivered in the swell of night
When two people dance together
Off-time to the throbbing beat