Memory splinters and cracks in soft traces,
Through multihued truths; forward suddenly.
Together, perchance, a seasonal grace,
We may both do by each other kindly
...
Dawns creeping fingers
harbours harbingers
of a prompt indecision,
in insincere derision,
...
I dreamt of a sport
'I could be a diver'
She wistfully spoke
And the vision did run
...
Lost in divine
time's measured shrine
benign elucidation springs
slaps the hand, snaps the strings
...