Sunday, 16 March 2014
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
I cling to those pictures
Etched like a prisoner in the Nazi camps
Wrecking havoc on my ocean of crippled emotions
Watch the birds soar in winter
How the hell have that heart survived so much snow?
Wait a century
Send a card in search of your nightly dreams
Maybe your father is buried in the psyche of lost treasures!
Light a candle. Dispel darkness.