Colour of Solace

It resides in the depth of your eyes The beauty Eyes the colour of azure waters Life is what else but your voice And what you say Words of gold I can sew them in my pores and wrap myself in their heat in the dark winter under my skin and put them on my

Life is just that…

Life is the name of tosses and turns, cracks in an oil painting left under the sun. Skin burgeoning on hand touching a burning pot, life is just that sip of tea on my tongue. And that first hint of the flavour of not so hmm delicious and savoury to taste, summer jumping the fence