PICTURES AND SHADOWS

A day before our meeting

I sat in our room and lit a candle

And when I slept

I dreamt of pictures and shadows

Pictures painted with subtle smiles and mellow voices

Shadows spelt but fading from a distance

I dreamt of the passion in your palms

And the sweetness of a trance

Of messages printed in the wind

But waiting to be shared

And statements, and signals

Prompted by the very eyes of two strangers

A day before our meeting

I sat in our room and lit a candle

Lying beneath the warmth of the naked wind