Tuesday, May 07, 2013
From the moment I met her
She's been wiggling,
This way and that
Like a naughty young nak
Or a baby pla buek
Who dreams of wide seas.
I'm only inviting her to visit,
My words a humble net of black line
She slips through every time.
Just when I think I've got her,
Surprise, she's changed again into something
Splashing in the pools of my memory,
Swimming just out of reach
While I stand upon the beach, laughing
Beneath hot stars opening the door for night
And my dreams, where she's so much easier to hold on to.