19th January 2011

Cooler than the fading of bitter green light,
lighter than the white of liquid clouds,
cloudier than the vision from the wing of an aeroplane;
holding further out and more far beyond and horizon,
breakdancing in balletic steps across an empty stage,
listening to the heartbeat of another as you hear the echoes of the night,
nights when you think and dream and keep going,
restlessness and sleepless nights watching,
watching and waiting,
by you.