Laila

You look so sad my Laila...
Oh so sad! Your eyes
Have gone strangely cold.
The life is gone. It scares me
To see what I behold.

What is the matter my Laila?
Say something... anything will do!
You have gone strangely silent.
The laughter's gone. It hurts me
To hear nothing out of you.

Don't shut yourself up my Laila
Don't shed your tears alone.
Let me in.Don't you know how it sears
My heart to not be able to
Dry away your tears?

(Oh, what good am I if I can't even hold her
As she sheds her tears upon my shoulder?)
I beg you, Laila... put down those keys
Don't drive off like this...don't!... please...
No! Laila... come back!... Laila... please...

Fiction, Tea and Toast

The simple pleasures of a rainy day.
Watching raindrops trickle their way
Down clear panes of glass,
Like liquid rainbows.

I watch as rain ceaselessly falls;
Watch it drip down red brick walls,
Vanishing into the grass
And then... Well who knows?

I nestle deep into the window seat
I lean sideways, a shawl over my feet,
And rest against the window pane.
It cools my fevered skin.

Diffused light filters through.
I read my book. Thoughts of you
Come and go and tease. Again
The pages pull me in.

I’m pampered by the perfect hosts-
Fiction, well-brewed tea and toasts
Buttered golden yellow,
With sugar sprinkled on top,

Pattering rain and sepia pages,
Random memories dating back ages…
My mood is deep and mellow.
And time has come to a stop.

No Strings Attached