Poems from Motala
Bumped again by crowds she freezes
Surprised by people all around
She scans the swathe of nameless faces
But the one she wants cannot be...
In the Gloaming, oh my Darling
Did we dance beside the River?
In the Gloaming, oh my Darling,
It seemed to last forever.
In the Gloaming...
When the sparkling Sun has fallen,
Darkness drags across the land,
Then I hear the stars callin’
And I wait, my pen in hand.
Some nights...
Silver sheets pour from the gutter,
Changing all to brown and blue.
Yet one person sits alone, unmoving,
Stringy grey hair obscuring her...
We cannot see the path ahead,
We see only the part on which we tread.
At times when paths and errands meet,
Then we can friends and loved...