I have woken up…quite sloshed
from night-mingled rains
a little drugged, by mountain fogs
I have been kidnapped
for years....by a mere kiss.

moonlight disappears down the hills
mountains vanish into fog
and i vanish into poetry.

What's a rainy day
without some delicious
coffee-flavoured loneliness?

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies,
cutting a swathe through the breeze
and gently closing your eyes.

As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feet
into the night’s velvet slippers

I settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,
of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.