Charlene Gray

how many shadows brushed past,
how long was that,
since the last glimpse of light
which blinded my sight,
...

In this delightful morning,
cozily laid on her back
above was copper laurel of ageing oak,
hosting a spread of dewy grass in the vast field;
...

across the mopey sky
moon sails,
dangling november stars,
so dimly-lit.
...

the sun sank beneath the horizon,
leaving the sky bathed in shades of marmalade,
fading into pink, grey
and...infinite midnightblue
...

pure as dove,
o my love.
live it simple
make no grumbles
...

in benighted sleep,
incubus quickly hovers.
your memory, my venom
gushing down my throat,
...

blossoms hang round,
the backyard a pasture of nature,
yet prettiest are the roses
clothed in pink;
...

the clock hung still
on eucalyptus wall.
its archaic hands, unmoved—
my vague memories, unfazed—
...