Maxine No. 2
I sit and watch the time slip slowly by
  My thoughts entirely bent to those of you
  The world around is paled to pastel hue
No colour left beneath a clear blue sky.

Reflecting here I sit and wonder why
  There is no movement in my field of view
  And also, strange to say, there's silence too
Around me as I watch, my thoughts and I.

It's true to say vague shadows seem to pass,
  And drifting whispers make their presence known
  But all the same all sense's sense has flown
As though perception comes through shaded glass.

For I in frantic London, all alone,
Have in Marseilles the only love I own.