Sunday, 24 February 2013


There are flesh-blood dreams
warm and gettable
a ‘there’ not too far from ‘here’
an embrace
just a few heartbeats away,
a breath that will be shared
a covenant that will be kept;
but there are others less licit
where eye and mind
must walk and walk
and feet must wait and wait
and imagination expand
from wingtip to wingtip
glide on blueness
in unrippling tenderness
seek in in elemental residencies
in the ways that were lost
and in the losing ways
the worlds that are
but may not be,
by and by.

[Inspired by the photography of Dr. Harin Dias, to be exhibited at the Lionel Wendt on March 2 and 3, 2013]


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