I'm editing music soon, well hope to for Flatspace on iPhone. I like that poem I wrote yesterday. Almost exactly 24 hours earlier I wrote a related love poem about events almost exactly 8 months earlier called My Emma, Mine.
Like a light
to a blind man, seen
for the first time.
Colour from black and white.
Sun at night.
My mind on fire
and arms aglow.
This love,
this morning,
today, for the first time,
sublime,
is hers,
is God's,
my Emma, mine.
