Pic by Bahman Farzad
Wipe them please
with water, soap and vinegar
They make fun of me
though I am just back from heaven here.
We have walked through a garden
shared a rainbow and a sunset,
your shadows seep into my empty echoes
transfiguring nightmares into dreams
I have hidden all the oft-used fences,
stamping fiercely on doubting seeds
wanting to embed sodden images
on pages of surreal sun-beams.
Yet when I look into your nebulous eyes,
mirrors clear as the cloudless sky
tell me you no longer care.
Published in Brian Wrixon’s Anthology ” On the wings of love”