Out of sight on a blue blue night. Out of mind? No, you’re intertwined. Out of sight these feelings I fight, out of mind It’s you I can’t find. Out of sight in the failure of light, out of mind it’s a turning world’s grind. Nadine you’re out of my sight, Nadine, I’m out of…
Tag: new zealand poetry
Me; Orator
Tell me, stranger – your eye amplifies me – Are my words away though, as I hear them? blown out damp as the night air. It’s owned in my brain; tight until I speak and ooze. An ear of mine cranes, in exile – a dog. It can not near the master’s voice…