There’s confusion to find things,
to prepare the kitchen, the rooms
when the hallway and lounge,
the garage is standing full of boxes
...
The small golden spaniel
first told me whining
and then barking
at the French windows
...
A brown rock-pigeon, flutters just past the porch
picks up some small insects from the mown lawn
from where it continually calls its mate,
at a distance sparrows splash in water.
...
Somehow you are missing from my memory.
The night falls slowly, coming with tranquillity.
Deserted is our once happy home as you are gone,
my whole life has turned into stone.
...
At a time I did truly love,
as if it comes from God above
with something in every kiss,
something that I cannot explain,
...
Write something today
that sweeps my feet, my heart away
with a kind of loveliness,
that falls softly like a golden ray.
...
(after Hafiz)
My body is the temple of His love,
my heart, my mind even though my own
...
Without change our God exists,
through aeons the same,
to our fathers a comfort and help
and with us still his love remains
...
Your master had discarded you
when he left for Spain
and left you and your
black and brown mate
...