Back against the shore

His eyes hide,

his words.

As I drift into thought,

as a dog.

This is the moon

Into the darkness we go!

I had a refreshing encounter with an elderly man and his dog yesterday.

He was a stranger, then a friend and now i'll never see him again.

... and this is what my head tells me.

Catch me .

Catch me, i've fallen in love.

I've fallen in love.

With him.

The gypsy boy who dances.

I see him. I watch him.

She knows it's coming and she'll never return.

On a bench I lay, sun hitting my face.

I'm here waiting

As her smile forms we share a moment.

A dance with distance, I urge to touch her.

He bangs drums.

I'll ask you now, I'll ask you again, but please don't think I'm odd.

Would you come and sit with me , as i am awfully lonely.

There you are,

my stomach turns,

your skin desirable,

but your eyes like stone.

"The world is a rose.

Smell it and pass it to your friends."

Persian Proverb

Dear Dog, Don't loose your head!

To me he should be nothing,

To me he is nothing.

Images taken with Louise Harman. http://lkharman.blogspot.com/

I sit with him.

Look down.

To see he is wearing no shoes.