No. 67: Love, 2014

' I thought our love was magic , then I watched  it vanish , in a puff of smoke......'

No. 68; Summer Assault , 2014

Summer's night , all windows wide
2000 cc's approach , churning decibels
Of  belligerent  chants and war drums
Indiscriminately  bombarding men,
Women and children with insults to music
And as  this entity moves on and his
Private tin can of 2 by 3 square metres.
Diminishes from my home .....
Silence! with awe  again reveals herself
And liberates  my eternal connection
To deepest ocean and distant stars...