you don’t have time

it’s disquieting

when you waste your life

thinking you have time

pink moon

alone on the terrace

gazing at the pink moon

thoughts of you abound

river of life

paper boat

 a dwindling irresolute mind

in the river of life

life will go on

live, laugh, love

sulk, despair, be without hope

make a choice…

for

life will go on

bygone love

broken glass

pieces pierce me

like our bygone love

I am a woman

I bear the fruit

But

I am also the tree

That gives the shade

I am

A woman

unseen…unfelt

the moon is the same

so are the skies

and the sun

but

you are gone

or

are you still there

unseen… unfelt