"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Friday, May 4, 2012

LOVE ON LOAN



There’s no more I can say nor do –
I'm poured out on hard stones for you.
Your eyes could start a thousand fires:
Your voice sings in a million choirs.

It’s hard to trust when nothing’s true –
No use to care what others do.
You made me think I’d got it wrong;
You helped me dream another song.

Now all that’s left is throbbing pain
And skies that always spit cold rain.
Yet honour's in a life alone -
No risks, no tears, no love on loan.