poetry anthology

one with you
daughters of time
rising moon has hid the stars
when i was broke in london
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
you are clear
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
i reside at table mountain
the saddest of the year
your body's motion is like music
sadly speaking
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
we who stood
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying