Your eyes… and other quatrains.
Fly me to the moon…
Take my hand, fly me to the moon
Sitting on the edge of moon craters
We shall savor strawberry ice cream
For you I shall wear my gown of moonbeams.
Our names
I write your name on the sand along with mine
The waves rush in and thoughtlessly erase
Maybe the sea knows like us that ‘we’ can [...]






