Hello, my love, how are you?How did you sleep last night?I’d love to hear you sing to methe story of your flight. Well I sense I slept quite deeplyon a bed of broken dreamsBut soundly very soundly for I’m rested now it seems. I dreamt that I was falling.At first I was afraid.But then I …
Green. The colour of the shirt you were wearing the night we first met. The colour of the pastures we promised to help each other walk in. The colour of the freshness you forever brought to our home. The colour of the emerald in the first pair of earrings I bought you. The colour of …
A lopsided playing field emergingLies on the ground on its ownAnnounced, abandoned, goneThe scale is unparalleledMonths away, the light is coming,Will you get its share?The challenge of the miracle is strengthThe lowest it has ever beenAnd it has debtRefurbish or rebuild?Is my life getting easier?Do my kids have a future? After years of goodThe lie …
Perfume on your pillow. That’s become my guilty pleasure now. My little foray into fantasy every night. I use it like some sort of magical elixir, hoping somehow to trick my mind into dreaming of you. I like to think of it as a way of breathing you in. It hasn’t worked yet. I don’t …