The White Waif

She breezes past in sultry gait

Such wonders doth mine eyes await

Sometimes she dreams of floating free

And leaves me with serenity

Sometimes she slips a midnight smile

And leaves me wondering all the while

Why should this girl with moon-charmed face

Be locked up in this prison space


© Chris Bond — 1989


The beautiful selenite from Tucson throwing beams around a South London squat.