Tethered

You flutter and stutter, Tethered to my finger In blue, red and yellow Your dance moves linger, Fly high my love, But what do you see? Beyond the swollen sea What do you see? A meadow, a hill or a forlorn figure? A hope, a dream or a lost old fevour? A promise, a mistake…

Confessions of a red rose

I get drunk on the showers, And sway in the cold breeze, But know that, its your presence That I wait for everyday Oh do not be sulky I stay tightly curled Weary of strange hands, And walled by callous thorns, For its on your care, that I unfurl And your love that I spread…