(I)

Your eyes linger
In a pause
Before dissolving into black.

(II)

Taking some time out
Your diary misses day out
Almost like it has a mind of its own.

(III)

Not being familiar with Dylan Thomas’s work
You are happy drinking
Your own masterpieces.

(IV)

Counting shadows
Postcards carry feelings
Whether at the beginning
Of the end of the journey.

(V)

Closing circles in boxes
A short ciruit
Becomes a rainstorm
And a game of chess
Feels like dominos

(VI)

Commenting on memories
Each reflection
Is as much a ripple in the ocean
As much as a thought.