Snapshots from Ilford

~ THROUGH THE WINDOW OF YOUR EYES ~

A nothing-day, 
they called it at home,
so plain, mundane,
nothing to remember.
But alone in the car
it was not nothing
- it rather meant a lot.
Raindrops slashed down
exploding onto the window
like bombs in a war.
If this was a war,
it was their own,
and peace treaties had been signed.
The shaking of the hands
did not go as well,
agreement though there was.
It took too long
and meant too much,
palms sweaty but soft.
They both looked out the window
on the scenery beyond.
Beautiful as it was,
it did nothing to compare. 
They turned the radio on
and one of them made a joke. 
Laughter awkwardly ended
when self conciousness came back.
It was the first nothing-day
when everything happened.

(01-07-2013) 

~ BY THE LAKE ~

The sky was reflected in the still water,
like a mirror it showed what was far above. 
Clouds tumbled in the lake,
soft looking and white. Pretty clouds. 
He thought of her face, those sparkling eyes. 
The past is always filled with clouds. 
If the picture mirrored in the lake was now,
the sky was the past,
those moments with her. 
Whenever they were together,
every colour in the world
turned its most vibrant shade. 
So pretty. So alive. 
Her eyes used to sparkle from all she would dream. 
He turned from the lake,
saw her face.
Her eyes burned with all the things she had seen,
and he could not tear himself away.
Dared not.
A leaf came tumbling across the air,
cutting a line between them
like leaves sometimes do.
He followed its way down to the water,
saw it land simply, already afloat.
He sent a smile her way, as though it was before,
and it grew wider,
as she smiled back. 

(01-07-2013)

Rain over Regents Park

From the evening stroll

The tree that glows

in the evening light 

can even from afar

showcase grace and might