We were neighbors for long, but I received more than I could give. Now the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out. A summon has come and I am ready for my journey.
Here I give back the keys of my door- and I give up all claims of my house. I only ask for last kind words from you.


My mirror has gone mad.
It throws weird images at me
In the past
It was sensible
Once an angel
Once a witch
But always
One image at a time
…………………….
…………………….
I throw my mad mirror
Out through the window
Down to the streets
I killed it

Another grim day
The morning glories
Have not opened their eyes
My mild day digs up your wrath
Not that blame you my lover
But the open doors tells me
Of something
I wish……….was left unsaid.