Wednesday, 22 January 2014


Brier's! far too many have I placed,
in a woman's soul,
yet her coquetry,
healed the scars far too many on mine.

If only I could answer,
questions far too many,
undo the wrongs,
far too many
and bid farewell to her abide.

I wish, dared had she not,
strayed this far in my footsteps.
gazing back at these profound footsteps,
gaze back yet again, dwelling aloof,
I shun and I sigh.