Now, when all is not lost

Do not wait,
for the dawning of  a light.


If you are ever to come,
Come now,
Now, when the lines on my face are deep
and eroding from want of affection.


a string of jasmine would do,
a bustle of tube roses
a text.


Tonight,
I will teeter - at the hush of care.


July 24th, 2012.