Saturday, April 9, 2011


I see sedately
My fantasies seemingly

Take me

Shadowing my fantasies
What was, wasn’t
What was, was you

Suns and moons
But always you
Clearing now, I hear the sound
The sound of you

You’ve followed me
We’re racing there
No place to get to
I wish I knew
I wish you said

I slip in my desire,
And let it take me
Take me to you

By Terre Neesham 2011