Selected Poems
Gone not Forgotten
Now and then, I become brave
come out from the shadow sway
of overhead evening trains, under
cover chatter of passing railway cars.
There I can wander alone through the
curves of your name left hard in stone.
Float still in cyberspace, caress your face
on back lit screen and picture celluloid.
It is easy to speak loud into empty spaces
cry out your name, when no one hears me or
sees me leave notes, unopened and never read.
What remains is dark, echo and fresh cut flowers.
