Stroking hair as he leaves
Bees in trees

I imagined a black sea
And white tips of foam
And lots of colours in the sky

An alarm that didn’t go off
And another that did

Vast and empty, arid and barren
All is seen.
Nothing is there.

Ooooh there you are 

The light of my eyes,
Thank you and how time flies

2012: A Space Oddity
Of odious odes

Fate itself
Turns more than you can

Car parks, vacuums, urban wastes
Vacant minds full of hidden treasure.