A soliloquy turns in his mind It begins with "hi..." but he knows not how it ends He fidgets and tries to sleep but manages only to turn over in bed practicing its delivery The turn of a word captivates him - but should he be clever, or sincere? The clock has no qualms with sincerity - its hands turn to point to the wee hours of the night She made his head turn now sleep turns from him He imagines turning to face her solid and full of vitality, his well rehearsed speech at the ready His eloquence touches her turns the tide in his favour The planet turning on its axis rushes the horizon towards his country soon morning will arrive turning his resolve to indecision Will he ever see her again? The turn of a coin may tell 10-V-2012