I did not know you for a while.
The sunlight,
Reflecting off your golden halo,
Blinding me to your compassion.

First impressions of maudlin dictate rolling round my head like candy floss on a stick.
Another day to recover then stitch him up, let him leave!

Those words rumbled for an eon past dawn, as I realised it was I you talked about,
Yet still not heard.
The reason for forgetfulness sheathed in a cover of adolescent tincture,
Unable to break free from the constraints of youth.

Must I forever be as one with this feeling?
Or will one day my heart be opened to those who love me.

Time and the deepening of my own soul may provide the answer,
In the meanwhile I will content myself with a paddle at the waters edge!