Paula

Forgotten are the days when
We kept our childish secrets
On the forest floor
The trail of cast aside
Clothes..
Remember?

When she waits
No, no she doesn’t mean that those were skins
But the kohl our lives
.. traced as if an..
Afterthought

I wonder what is going on
In your head.. in another time

In the background the stream gurgles
The trees a canopied
As we made our fantasy..
Remember?

I smile my bitter sweet thoughts
For then we were princess and cowboy
Chaps but naught much else…

The glass was broken and scattered then..
Life has a way
To play..
Isn’t it Paula ?

Paris September 2005 for Paula Manuel