REACHING OUT

She whispered, 'I'm full of need,
and I'm full of greed,
for sweetest rest,
on a beating breast'.

She sighed, 'Trees are dancing in the dark,
my small garden's as a giant park,
full of shadows and whispering things,
that sweep and sleep on angel's wings'.

She murmured, 'The needle's turned in all directions,
how can it know of resurrections,
or of those who wander and wait,
to be reborn at heaven's gate'.

Tushie   16/4/11


TO MARKET
To market to market to buy some apples,
with red, green and yellow splashes.
Whitest flesh within the abstract skin.
To market to market, on wings of wind

Tushie   17/4/11