As we run this race of life,
time plays it’s trickery 
on the hearts of men and women,
and the ring of its laughter 
drums incessant on my mind.

Doors  that  closed behind me
with a clanging in the night
have forced my feet upon
the narrow, overgrown paths,
meeting misery at every turn.

And then, by chance 
the light began to trickle,
like colour through an ancient prism
and in the space between the yellow 
and the green, I found you.



                        september 2002