Her eyelashes
like millimetres away from him,
she acts a little dim;
he inches forward
the pout of his kiss
like an uneven ruler's dip.
The lips of her eyes, they stutter,
to blush a kind of yes:
the chance is seized
to pronounce a kiss
with the sound of 'innocence'.
They both look aside
before staring, and staring, each-other away,
not knowing that the maths lesson missed
will with them forever stay.

FROM DEATH TO LIFE
for Christ my Lord

Like the silent handwriting of the hills
erased by the mist of whistling winds,
a voice appears saying:
"You loved God with all you had, so you will live."
God's cloud of sound
suffuses the sound of cloud;
as when Jesus spoke in the cold
the warmth of His breath
is heard within the cold tombstone of the dead
kindling awake our soul.